Page 52 of Captivated By You
My eyes widened with every moment he spoke until I was sure they were going to pop right onto the carpeted floor beneath my feet.
Goodness. I’d need to be careful about the meat I ate while I was there.
“Thanks,” Liam said. “Appreciate it.”
He didn’t introduce us, but I figured it didn’t matter. They were there to protect him, and it was business. They stepped to the side of the door and Liam waved a key. Once the door clicked, he pushed it open and held it for me while I entered.
The room was simple but modern. Nothing overly fancy, but it still had the new-room, updated feel to it. We were in a suite and off to the side, was a doorway to a bedroom. I caught a glimpse of one large, enormous king bed covered in white, fluffy bed covers and more pillows than necessary. The furniture in the living room where we’d entered was black leather, streamlined and matched the black and silver furniture.
Modern. Everything was sleek-lined, but still warm, with toss pillows and black-and-white urban photographs on the wall. It felt more like a masculine apartment than a hotel suite.
“This place is nice,” I said, walking further into the room. At some point, our bags had been delivered and they were both placed on the floor next to the bed in the other room.
“Decent. Jordan’s a smart guy.”
“He owns this hotel?”
“Yeah. Over the last decade, urban sprawl has made this town more of a suburb than an outlying rural town. Jordan came back after a blown out knee ended his baseball career and wanted nothing to do with taking over his parents’ farm. Instead, he saw a need, hoped he could make it work and sank most of his money into this place.”
“He played baseball?” He looked more like a football player.
“Yeah. Three years with the Colorado Rockies. Freak motorcycle accident in the off-season and he couldn’t recover fast enough. Spent a year on the disabled list and then his contract wasn’t renewed. When he didn’t get picked up by any teams he wanted to play for, he quit.”
“Wow. That’s…” Insane. Crazy. “Too bad.”
“I think he’s done okay for himself. Can we please stop talking about him? I didn’t like the way he touched you.”
It was only then I noticed the bite in his words, the tightness in his jaw, and the way he kept shoving his hands through his hair.
“Jealous?” I asked, walking up to him. He’d dropped my hand in the elevator and I was hesitant of being rejected.
“No.” He scoffed.
“Really?” I stepped in front of him, trailed a finger down his shirt, the center of his abs and around his waistband hidden beneath his shirt. “You sound like it.”
He grunted, but his hands fell to my waist. His anger had disappeared while he talked to Jordan but it was slowly climbing back up his spine, returning to his features.
I placed my hand on his chest. “I’m really sorry about earlier on the plane, Liam. I just freaked out.” I flicked the ends of my wig that was starting to itch my scalp. “I should have trusted you.”
“Forgiven,” he grunted. His eyes roamed my face, the bangs of the wig before meeting my eyes.
“That easy? That quickly?” I’d been a complete snot. I’d only been thinking of myself and that wasn’t right.
His fingers pressed into my hips. “I know you’re still hiding something from me. I can see it in your eyes. But I figure you start trusting me more, I’ll earn those secrets.” Darn. He saw me too well. “And today’s been shit, all of it, except this morning. So if you really want to make it up to me, earn forgiveness even though it’s been given, why don’t you drop to your knees and put your pretty pink lips around my cock.”
Heat poured down my spine like I’d been set on fire. I couldn’t stop my shiver. Rude, but he must have known I wanted it.
“Liam.”
“Or not. I can slide into your pussy again, or make you come like I did on the plane and I’ll take your forgiveness in you screaming my name.”
There were so many things wrong with what he was saying. There were bigger issues to deal with. Fires to put out.
Mine was currently most important. And his, because as he spoke, my gaze dropped to his groin and his cock had tented his shorts.
I did the only thing I could think of doing that would make him feel better.
I dropped to my knees.
