Page 53 of Captivated By You
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
LIAM
We were a tangled mess of discarded clothes and naked limbs on the rough carpeting of the suite’s floor. I’d barely caught my breath when Claudia rested her head on my chest.
Her hands traced the ink on my chest and fell to my rib.
They tightened on instinct, but I let her run her soft, smooth fingertip over the string of composed music.
I hadn’t been entirely serious when I suggested she suck my dick to earn forgiveness. I’d expected her sass or a roll of her eyes, or maybe a questioning glance of “How do I do that?” knowing her inexperience. Instead, she’d taken out my cock and wrapped her lips around the tip needing very little instruction in how I liked it.
Then, I’d dropped to the floor and returned the favor, spreading her out on her back and pushing her legs wide apart, tasting her with my tongue and mouth until her thighs trembled in my firm grip and her pussy clenched around my tongue.
She was delicious. She was also so damn sexy and smart and clean andgood,I wanted to call Karen immediately and buy out her contract.
I didn’t want those pieces of paper between us anymore. I didn’t wantanythingbetween us.
Not a rubber when I fucked her again.
Not whatever she still hid from me.
I’d deal with both later after I fixed the most recent bullshit threatening to stonewall my career.
“What’s this song for?” she asked, soft warm lips pressed against my chest.
I covered her hand with mine. Beneath my palm, I could feel her blood pumping in the tiny veins at the back of her hand. My heart pounded against her palm on my ribs. “You can’t laugh.”
Only my band and Sophie knew what that ink meant. The band because they could read music and weren’t idiots. Sophie because she had a matching one scrawled across the back of her shoulder blade.
“It’s ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow,’” I said.
She made a sound and pressed her lips together but she couldn’t hide her laughter. Her shoulders shook and I grinned against the top of her head.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Got it the night Sophie’s trial ended. We got skunk drunk, cried, felt relief, mourned. And for some damn reason I still can’t remember why because we were so damn wasted, I pulled out my guitar and played the song. I suspect it was because it was always her favorite movie growing up.”
“Liam—”
God, I loved the way she whispered my name. Especially like now when I surprised her. Her breath fluttered across my chest and I had to bite back a groan from getting hard. I couldn’t fuck her again. Not yet. Even I knew she needed time after this morning and the plane and what we just did.
“I’m pretty sure the only way we were able to get inked that night as drunk as we were was because I paid that tattoo artist over two thousand dollars.”
“Sometimes it pays to be famous, huh?”
“It’s not all bad.” Some of it was pretty fucking great. Most of it was. It was just in these moments, the rare flashes of normalcy I had that made me question whether the rest was all worth it. My stomach rumbled and I groaned, pushing us so we were sitting. “We should eat and rest. Tomorrow’s going to be hell.”
“What do you plan on doing?”
“Anne wanted me to do a press conference. It won’t take people long to figure out who I beat the crap out of and what happened to them. But I need Sophie’s permission before I tell her story and she’s not willing to give it.”
“Are you mad?”
“No.” I pulled my knees up, feet planted on the floor. “Just pissed I can’t shake any of this bullshit.”
I jumped to my feet and pulled her with me. “Come on. Take a bath and I’ll order food. Then we sleep. Tomorrow we deal.”
