Page 44 of Captivated By You
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
LIAM
She was beautiful. I held her all night long, my dick hard as stone. More than once I’d woken up with my dick pressed into Claudia’s backside in my bed where I’d brought her after she just let mebeon the deck last night. She’d come into my room with no hesitation, only going to hers to brush her teeth and dress in pajamas.
I’d decided then I was going to kill the personal shopper I’d hired to buy Claudia’s wardrobe. Dressed in a silk nightgown that barely skimmed beneath her ass, pale pink and innocent, the cups of her breasts were barely hidden by an even lighter sheer lace along with the hem at the bottom.
I’d ignored her, but my dick hadn’t. My mouth had watered for a taste of her and it took all my self-control not to thrust my hips, my dick against her ass when I settled her against me.
“I could help you,” she’d whispered, and her hand had drifted back to my thigh.
I’d growled at her to go to sleep. And I was a fucking idiot. Rejecting her advances and her touches made me a prick but it was for my own survival.
And hers. All day I dealt with Sophie and Anne. Our PR was working overtime to stop the spread of the story but it was pointless. I was once again being dragged through mud for not doing shit except for the right damn thing.
Fuck Hollywood and their craze to turn anything into a headline.
But now, with the sun just making its appearance lighting the sky outside, I could see all of her soft and gentle curves. Her dark lashes fanned on her closed lids. The tiny opening in her lips, where little puffs of breath occasionally escaped.
I propped myself up on one elbow, cheek in my hand, and with my other hand, I drew a line from her shoulder to her arm. I traced the outline of fingers she had curled and resting on her stomach.
Her shoulder length hair was pressed into the pillow beneath her, over her cheek where she was slightly turned toward me. I brushed it back.
We needed to wake up and get moving. We only had a few hours to get to the plane and return to hell and shitstorms and damnation and accusations I was so tired of trying to explain.
She shifted and her eyes fluttered open. Small, lazy chocolate pools appeared and then she blinked slowly. “Morning.”
“Morning.” I’d smile but there wasn’t much to be happy about other than this hottie in my bed. “We should get moving.”
I stayed still, continued running a fingertip over her arm, across her cheek to her nose. Back to her ear and down the length of her neck. She shivered beneath my touch, and her soft pink lips lifted into a grin. “You’re not moving.”
“I don’t want to.”
God if that was the truth.
“I don’t blame you.” My finger ran over her collarbone and her eyes drifted shut.
On a sigh, she whispered, “I love the way you touch me.”
Fuck it to hell in a hand basket. This girl.
I gritted out a smile even though my hard-as-steel cock had me biting back a groan. “I like touching you. You’re so soft everywhere.”
“You’re not. You’re all muscle and strength and scary scowls and glares.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…” She turned, rose up to an elbow mirroring me and pressed her palm to my cheek. I leaned into it because damn I liked her touch—her gentle manner and her openness. “But you’re not so scary. You have honor. Something I haven’t seen in many men I’ve grown up with.”
The last thing I wanted in my head was men she knew. Probably all preppy little pricks who dressed in khaki shorts and pink polo tops with gelled back hair and entitlement that told them they could do whatever they wanted to any girl they wanted.
Much like the four men who had gang-raped my sister.
I swore and fell back onto the bed and shoved the heels of my palms into my eye sockets. Thinking of Sophie was the last damn thing I wanted to be thinking of with Claudia in my bed.
“What is it?” she asked, following me. She shifted closer and her hand landed on my chest. I wrapped a hand around her back, mine falling to her ass and, fuck.
