Page 35 of Captivated By You
“No mess made, yet.” His voice carried that teasing tilt, the one he used when he read something sexual in my innocent words. “But there’s still time.”
I laughed. He did that to me. Pulled me out of my head and into the present where it was just us and lust and attraction. But was it enough? In the solace of a private beach and a fancy home on a secluded island, maybe. But back home? In the real world?
“What are you scared of?” he asked. Liam tugged me to him slowly, giving me time to pull away but I went with him, stepping until my chest brushed against his and I was tilting my head back and looking at him.
So beautiful. Chiseled and strong and a few lines that showed not his age, but the stress he carried with him. I reached up and brushed my thumb across a visible line on his forehead.
“You,” I whispered. I wet my dry lips with my tongue and started over. “Every time you touch me, it scares me. It makes me want to…” Good grief. Prim and proper princess couldn’t even say it to him. Not with his lips lifting at the corners of his mouth. Eyes twinkling.
“Want to, what…fuck?”
He stepped forward. I was still pressed against his chest and then I was sandwiched between him and the island.
“No. Not fuck.” I squeezed my eyes closed, visions returning I didn’t want. Not then. But they couldn’t be stopped. “You know what I meant, Liam.”
“I know. But you’re sexy as hell when you blush.”
“You’re horrible.”
“I’m not.” And he sounded like he meant it. Like he was so certain of the man he was and it only left me more befuddled, because who in the hell was I without the Townsend name and privilege?
“I know you’re not. You’re a good guy.”
“Geez. Call me nice, next. That might make my dick finally go soft.”
“You’re…” I glanced down. Couldn’t be helped. And yep. He was still hard. I looked over his shoulder. “Wow.”
“That’s more like it. So tell me why you’re scared. I’ve got nothing to do today besides hold you right here until you start talking.”
He would do it, too. Last week, I refused to choose which movie to watch. He wanted action. I wanted romance. Typical. Instead, he sat on the couch, remote pointed at the massive television in his theater room, but his gaze didn’t leave me. It took ten minutes until I cracked and named something. Felt like a millennium. If anything, he was stubborn to his very sexy and built core.
Blowing out a breath, I tried to erase all my thoughts, all my fears. But I wanted him to see them. To see what a mess I was. Who knew, maybe he’d run so far me cashing in my V-Card wouldn’t be an option.
“Every time you touch me, I want you. But when I think of giving in, I think of you paying. And then I just feel….icky.”
His chest froze when I mentioned paying and didn’t relax when I was done.
Slowly, his head fell to mine. His lips at the top of my head, his nose brushed against my hair and his hand still holding my arm swept to my back.
He was hugging me. Cuddling me even though we were on our feet, and he stood there, saying nothing, just our heartbeats, mine pounding in my ear echoed his I felt against his chest. And at my stomach…his cock hardened.
I pushed my hand between us and his breath went ragged as I cupped him. Felt him for the first time, and even behind clothing, I could feel him twitch in my grasp. He turned his head, his cheek against the top of my head and he groaned. “Claudia.”
“I want to do this.” I ran my hand against him. He was thick. Long. It pulsed in my hand again and as Liam groaned again, power surged inside of me.
This man had a stable of women he could use to get off whenever he wanted. I was certain of it. Last year, he was listed on Forbes’s Top 10 Highest Paid Entertainers. He made more millions in a year than I’d see in a lifetime. He had groupies and fan sites and millions of followers on social media accounts. I knew that because I was one of them.
I was just me, messed up and broken, and hiding so many important things. Yet I was doing this to him.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice shaking out the plea.
His hand tangled in my hair, gripping it fiercely, but he said nothing except trembled as I held him firmly in my hand, stroking.
I took his silence as acquiescence and slid my hand to the ties at his waist, tugging the string slowly and giving him time to pull away but he didn’t. Instead, his breath skated across my skin, his head tilting until his lips were at my ear.
“Fucking hell.”
I grinned against his chest, kissing his covered skin.
