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I shake my head frantically, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Liam, we can't," I choke out, even as my body screams for his touch. "It's not safe."
He goes still, his eyes narrowing. "Not safe? What are you talking about?"
I close my eyes, shame and fear a bitter tang in my throat. With shaking hands, I reach into my pocket and pull out the crumpled note, pressing it into his palm.
"I found this on my car last night," I whisper, my voice trembling. "Someone doesn't want us to be together, Liam. Someone dangerous."
He stares at the note, his face a mask of rage and disbelief. "Who the fuck left this?" he snarls, his hand clenching around the paper.
I shake my head helplessly. "I don't know. But I'm scared, Liam. I'm scared of what they might do to you, to me, if we don't stay away from each other."
He crumples the note in his fist, his jaw clenching so hard I'm afraid he'll crack a tooth. "I won't let anyone hurt you, Asher," he says, his voice low and fierce. "I'll fucking kill anyone who tries."
My heart clenches, fear and love a dizzying tangle in my chest. "That's what I'm afraid of," I whisper, my fingers grazing his cheek. "I don't want you to have more blood on your hands, Liam. Not because of me."
He leans into my touch, his eyes falling shut, his breath shuddering out of him. "I can't lose you," he rasps, his voice raw and broken. "I can't."
Tears sting my eyes, my throat tight with a grief I can barely comprehend. "I know," I choke out. "But we don't have a choice. Your world, your life... it's too dangerous for someone like me."
Anger flares hot in his gaze, his hands gripping my shoulders almost painfully. "Someone like you? Fuck that. You're the bravest, strongest person I know, Asher. You make me want to be better, to be worthy of you."
A sob catches in my throat, my heart cracking open. "Liam, please," I beg, even as I lean into him, craving his touch, his warmth. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."
He crushes me against him, his face burying in my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "Tell me you don't feel this," he growls, his hips grinding into mine, the hard ridge of his cock searing me through our clothes. "Tell me you don't want me as much as I want you."
I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body melting into his. "I can't," I gasp, my head falling back as he licks a hot stripe up my throat. "God help me, Liam, I can't."
He claims my mouth again, the kiss deep and drugging, his tongue delving past my parted lips to tangle with mine. I moan into the kiss, my hands sliding up his muscled chest to grip his shoulders, desperate to anchor myself against the tide of sensation threatening to sweep me away.
Liam's hands are everywhere, stroking down my back, gripping my hips, kneading my ass. He hauls me closer, grinding his hardness against me, and I gasp at the exquisite friction, heat pooling fast and heavy in my groin.
"Fuck, Asher," he growls against my lips, his voice rough with need. "I want you so fucking bad."
I whimper, arching into him, my body alight with a hunger I've never known. "Liam, please..."
He walks me backward, never breaking the kiss, until my back hits the wall. His thigh slips between mine, pressing against my aching cock, and I cry out, my head falling back against the bricks.
Liam takes advantage, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, his teeth grazing my thudding pulse. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him to me, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure.
His hands find the hem of my shirt, yanking it up and over my head in one swift motion. Cool air whispers across my fevered skin, followed by the searing heat of Liam's calloused palms as they map the contours of my chest, my stomach.
"So fucking beautiful," he rasps, his eyes dark and hungry as they drink me in. "Gonna make you feel so good, sunshine."
I moan, my hips rolling mindlessly against his, seeking more of that delicious friction. Liam hisses through his teeth, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
"Gotta slow down," he pants, even as he rocks into me, his massive erection scorching me through his jeans. "Don't want to come in my fucking pants like a teenager."
I laugh breathlessly, my hands sliding under his shirt to trace the ridges of his abs, the cut of his hip bones. "Maybe I want you to," I whisper, emboldened by the haze of lust. "Maybe I want to feel you lose control, just for me."
Liam makes a sound like he's been gut-punched, his eyes slamming shut, his jaw clenching. "Fuck, Asher, you can't say shit like that."
I lean in, nipping at his ear, reveling in the full-body shudder that rolls through him. "Why not?" I breathe. "Afraid you won't be able to handle it, big guy?"
His eyes snap open, blazing with a heat that steals my breath. "Oh, I can handle it," he growls, his voice a low, filthy promise. "Question is, can you?"
And then he's spinning me around, pressing me face-first into the wall, his body a hot, hard line against my back. I gasp as he grinds against my ass, his clothed cock nestling into the crack of my cheeks.
"This what you want?" he rasps, his breath scorching the back of my neck. "Want me to take you right here, where anyone could walk in and see? Watch me split you open on my cock, make you scream for it?"
