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her eyes landed on too long. But something in the way his honey gaze locked onto hers proved that there was more to the deal. She took his hand.
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    Liam had been so very attentive as Raven trailed around the museum like a buzzing bee. She’d wanted to hate Paris, hate all of France, since it was where Liam had gone years ago. But the history was rich with culture, and he knew it all. One time she even jokingly didn’t believe one of Liam’s outrageous stories, and had rushed to the front of the building to grab a brochure. He’d stood there smiling next to the extravagant canvas art as Raven read about the subject. Lo and behold, he was right.
    “Why do I have the feeling you've memorized this before today?” She shook her head, holding up the brochure.
    “I resent that,” he said, stepping closely to her as they stood beneath a miniature “Arc de Triomphe.” “God, you have gorgeous lips, Raven. As you fucking smile at me, tease me.”
    Her pink tongue came out and slid over her bottom lip. Though she said nothing, her eyes twinkled dangerously.
    “I'm gonna kiss you,” Liam warned.
    “We're only friends. Despite the romanticism. Don't push your luck, Liam ,” she said, though she was smart enough to back away. Since they stood in a rendition of Paris, her ass bumped into the wrought iron railing overlooking the Seine River.
    “Oh but I intend to push my luck. You've fought me tooth and nail this far, why give up?” He took one step closer. That single step maxed out the few inches she had left. Now she was stuck. The knuckle of his index finger moved lazily over her lips, outlining the lusciousness of them.
    His mouth teased hers without coming to rest on it. Cock heavy, weighted in his jeans, Liam continued to coax her mouth just a little. He willed her to open up wide.
    “Liam, we are at a museum,” she gasped against his lips.
    “Kiss me or fight me. I promise I only kiss back. But be warned.” He placed his palms on either side of the railing. “My fight back is to take you over the knee as I promised you a few months ago.”
    At that, Raven pushed hard against his chest. “Whoop me and you’ll be sorry.”
    He reversed the threat, while his left hand grabbed as much of her ass as he could. She moaned deeply against his lips. The sound made him harder than ever. Liam's mouth crashed down on hers, bruising, possessing it. Their tongues rolled and coiled. Reaching on her tippy toe, Raven yearned for more as his arms wrapped around her waist.
    “I could fuck you where we stand,” he groaned against her neck as they caught their breaths.
    “Then fuck me, Liam.”
    He stepped back instantly. If she'd been any other girl, he'd give her the amount of respect she'd offered herself. Fuck her anywhere, anytime she agreed.
    “We're at a museum, Raven,” he said. Truth was she was waiting for marriage. He knew. She knew.
    “You told me the very same thing a minute ago, Liam. You also told me, upon arrival, that nobody else would come into this entire museum let alone this showroom.”
    His hands went to his tousled blond hair. “Yeah, well, I have a bit of self-control. But not that much, Raven.”
    She felt taken aback by the steel in his tone.
    “I wanted a kiss. But like I said, gorgeous, we keep going at it and there goes my restraint, Re.”
    “I want you to lose control,” she said, licking him on the neck. Then she blew on that spot. “I want to feel you, Liam.” She glanced up at him. Yes, he knew exactly what she meant. “You wanted to bring me back to life. So far so good, baby, I just need you.”
    She craved a deeper connection. The why he lived so near for two years and had stayed so far meant zilch at this moment. There was one ounce of numbness in her heart left, clinging to her. Liam had the key to take it all away. She kissed him hard on the lips.
    It took all of her strength to take her lips away from his–as every second away from him was a physical ache. She whispered,