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Her eyes widen as she takes in the furnished two-bedroom apartment. “I don’t know that I can afford this.”
“You can.” I take her bags to the bedroom.
She follows me in. “It’s lovely, Agent?—”
“Liam. I’ve told you before, my name is Liam.”
She smiles, and I feel the snare of it in my soul. “Liam.”
Our gazes catch, and I’m drawn in. I shake my head, trying to dislodge her pull on me. “You have another room as an office.” I lead her to the second bedroom. “You’re still Katie Lawson for now.”
She steps into the room, taking in the large desk, bookcases, and view of the city.
“This isn’t as big as your place in Pennsylvania?—”
“This is wonderful.” She’s beaming, making me feel like a hero except I’m not. “I’ve missed the city.”
“Welcome back.” I hand her the key, unable to ignore the jolt of electricity through me when our fingers briefly touch.
“Do you have to go? I could make you something…” She laughs. “I don’t know if I have food. We could get take-out.”
Yes. I want to say yes more than I want my next breath. “I should go.”
Disappointment fills her face. I hate it. I hate myself for being the cause of it.
“Of course. Thank you for everything.” I realize she hasn’t asked about seeing Elena, which is just as well as there’s some worrisome shit going on around Elena’s sister, Lucia.
“Will I see you again?” She looks up at me, and I swear to God I see hope. Maybe even desire.
“Do you want to?” Where the fuck did that come from?
“Yes. You make me feel safe.”
Warning bells clang in my head, but I ignore them. “Is that all I make you feel?”
A blush flushes her cheeks, and she looks down. “No.”
I do the unthinkable. I use my finger to raise her chin to look at me. “What else do I make you feel?”
She licks her lips, and heaven help me, I’m a goner. Before she can answer, my lips are on hers. She’s a sweet, kind woman, innocent of the world I live in. Touching her will taint her with my brutality, and yet, I can’t stop. I can’t even be gentle.
My kiss is hard and demanding. I’m not sure whether I’m punishing her for making me feel so out of control or punishing myself for my inability to resist her.
My tongue thrusts into her mouth, and my dick is jealous as it strains my slacks. I move her back until she’s against the desk, my hands roaming everywhere. In my mind, I note that she’s not resisting like she should.
She moans. Her fingers grip my shirt.
She wants this. The words run like a mantra in my mind as I slide the skirt of her dress up and rub my fingers along the wet panel of her panties.
She moans again, grinding her pussy against my fingers.
The tether breaks. I yank her panties down and set her on the desk. I drop to my knees, pushing her thighs open. Her nest of curls is red, like her hair, and glistens with wetness.
I salivate with the need to taste her. So I do. I run my tongue through her pussy lips, flicking it around her hard, red clit.
“Oh!” She gasps, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me to her.
I don’t know whether she’s a virgin or not. I don’t care. But the darkness in me wants to kill any man who has touched her or will ever touch her.
