Page 12 of Captivated By You
Ironic. Since he’d been named Mr. Sexy. Mr. Bachelor of the Year. Mr. Scumbag.
“Okay.”
I could barely breathe in his presence. It wasn’t fear. It was some strange combination of lust and nerves taking over my body, fighting for dominance. Liam Allistor was built like a linebacker with moves like a stripper. Everything about him oozed sensual promise and wicked lust. Even in front of me, wearing faded jeans and a simple T-shirt, my gaze was drawn to his body—the curve of his firm chest, the width of his biceps. Ink scrolled from his arms to his knuckles. His black hair was almost shining in the bright sun. Eyes covered by sunglasses, I couldn’t see his startling blue eyes, but they were there.
Probably winking at me. It seemed the kind of thing a man like him would do.
Wink at a girl and she’d drop her panties and spread her legs.
Oh God. I was going to have to spread my legs for Liam Allistor.
What had I gotten myself into?
As if he noticed my sudden fear, he stepped toward me, resting his hand on my lower back.
“Thank you for agreeing to this,” he said, ushering me up the narrow steps and onto the plane. “I was pleased you said yes.”
Before I could find my proper, Southern filter, I blurted, “I didn’t know it was you. And this is a mistake.”
Karen was wrong. This was not safe for me. Or wise. This was absolutely the worst decision ever.
This was worse than bad.
“I rarely make mistakes, and I’m certain this isn’t one of them.”
I could barely concentrate on his words. His voice alone sent shivers through parts of me I didn’t know existed. With his warm breath at my neck, too many questions slammed into me.
Would he screw me here? Steal my virginity with a wicked grin and callused, sure fingers?
I wasn’t ready. Not nearly ready for any of this.
“Mr. Allistor,” I started but he stopped me, moving me deeper into the plane until we were at the back.
“I told you to call me Liam.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and heaved a breath. “Liam,” I said, opening my eyes. “There are things you don’t know and I’m not sharing, but trust me, you don’t want me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he said, and dear Lord his voice was beautiful. Thick and raspy, it rumbled over me like the breeze. “I do want you.” His hand cupped my cheek. I stared at him. Oh my God, what was happening? “And I just paid a hefty fee to have you.”
My heart thudded to my feet so quickly I was sure it was audible. What a jerk. An arrogant jerk and I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly why he was in front of me, buying the first girl who didn’t look like a tramp or a groupie.
Liam Allistor, hotshot music star fell, lost his respectability. If there was one person in the world whose fall from the top was bumpier than mine, it was his.
Not that I necessarily believed everything he was accused of, but I’d seen poorer men than him get off on charges simply because they had a fat wallet. He had millions to brush his problems away. I wasn’t naïve enough anymore to believe that didn’t happen.
“Of course you did.” I stepped to the side of him and turned, forcing his hand to fall from my cheek.
I had to forget how beautiful he was, how incredibly sexy he was. Regardless of his body and his voice, Karen was now on my shit list. This had to be the worst pairing Infidelity had done.
“How did you get me?” I asked.
“I asked for you.”
My back was still turned to him but even he couldn’t miss the sudden jolt of my body.
“What?” I spun on my heels. This wasn’t me. I was calm, cool, collected. I wasn’t being proper or well-mannered.
“I saw you. I wanted you. I got you.”
