loomed before them.
“Where are we?”
“This is my place.”
“What do you mean? I thought you lived with your father.”
He led the horses toward the barn, and there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening.
“I’m thirty-four years old, Whitney. Do you honestly believe I would still be living with my father? This isn’t that old TV show Dallas .”
As Liam jumped down, a man suddenly appeared and took the reins of his horse.
“I just … well, I assumed you lived there because you’re there so often, eating with us, and … I don’t know. You’re just always there,” she finished lamely as he held out a hand to help her dismount. “I really shouldn’t get off. I need to get back to the kiss … kids, I mean kids!” She absolutely didn’t want to go into this man’s home.
The look he sent her definitely told her that he’d caught her Freudian slip. No, nothing Freudian about it. It was a mere slip of the tongue, one that she couldn’t account for at all. She didn’t want to kiss this man. No way!
“The children are fine, as you well know. I need to make a few phone calls, and you need to warm up before we head back to my father’s place.”
How could Whitney argue with that? “I could just stay in the barn while you make the calls. It’s warm in here, and I can brush the horses down.”
“You can brush your mare when we return.”
He moved a few inches closer, and unless Whitney wanted an all-out fight, she had little choice but to go with him. He would have plenty of staff in his house, she was sure. It wasn’t as if the two of them would be all alone and he could have his wicked way with her.
She felt only a small measure of comfort at that, but she gave him her hand, this time more prepared as the tingling zip, the electricity, shot through her body at his barest touch.
They went quickly toward his house, and then they were out of the cold. He ushered her down a hallway, still holding the hand he’d grabbed when helping her from the horse.
He let go of her only when they entered a large room with a burning fireplace, the warmth drawing Whitney immediately to it. Still, a shiver traveled down her spine when he let his hands rest on her shoulders, and she had to fight not to turn around and propel herself into his arms.
“Consider taking off your coat. We’re going to be here a little while.” Liam’s breath brushed across her ear.
“I’m still a bit cold,” she said, barely able to get the words past the tightening in her throat.
He reached around her and began slowly unzipping her jacket. Her eyes were drawn to the movement as another shudder passed through her.
Liam pulled the coat off, sliding it down her arms and then tossing it to one side. It landed on a couch.
“I’ve waited long enough to do this.”
That was her only warning before he drew her around, then yanked her against his body. And now his lips were pressing against hers.
It took only milliseconds before she felt her lips parting, before he claimed her mouth and made her knees shake with the intensity of the kiss he was sharing with her.
Liam’s hands moved down from her shoulders, traveled to her back, and fell on the top of her nicely curved behind. He couldn’t help himself, and he followed the same journey up and back down again.
The kiss was all-consuming, and when he broke away, leaning back only a couple of inches so that when her eyes opened, she could clearly see the need burning in his, she wanted nothing more than to pull him back to her.
“Let’s go upstairs, Whitney. This has been inevitable since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
It took a few moments for his words to sink past the lust-filled haze she was in, but when they did, she stiffened all the way through, and then her hand came up and she pushed against his chest.
He didn’t fight her when she drew away from him, and she was grateful for that.
“You’ve been nothing but rude to me from the moment we
“Where are we?”
“This is my place.”
“What do you mean? I thought you lived with your father.”
He led the horses toward the barn, and there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening.
“I’m thirty-four years old, Whitney. Do you honestly believe I would still be living with my father? This isn’t that old TV show Dallas .”
As Liam jumped down, a man suddenly appeared and took the reins of his horse.
“I just … well, I assumed you lived there because you’re there so often, eating with us, and … I don’t know. You’re just always there,” she finished lamely as he held out a hand to help her dismount. “I really shouldn’t get off. I need to get back to the kiss … kids, I mean kids!” She absolutely didn’t want to go into this man’s home.
The look he sent her definitely told her that he’d caught her Freudian slip. No, nothing Freudian about it. It was a mere slip of the tongue, one that she couldn’t account for at all. She didn’t want to kiss this man. No way!
“The children are fine, as you well know. I need to make a few phone calls, and you need to warm up before we head back to my father’s place.”
How could Whitney argue with that? “I could just stay in the barn while you make the calls. It’s warm in here, and I can brush the horses down.”
“You can brush your mare when we return.”
He moved a few inches closer, and unless Whitney wanted an all-out fight, she had little choice but to go with him. He would have plenty of staff in his house, she was sure. It wasn’t as if the two of them would be all alone and he could have his wicked way with her.
She felt only a small measure of comfort at that, but she gave him her hand, this time more prepared as the tingling zip, the electricity, shot through her body at his barest touch.
They went quickly toward his house, and then they were out of the cold. He ushered her down a hallway, still holding the hand he’d grabbed when helping her from the horse.
He let go of her only when they entered a large room with a burning fireplace, the warmth drawing Whitney immediately to it. Still, a shiver traveled down her spine when he let his hands rest on her shoulders, and she had to fight not to turn around and propel herself into his arms.
“Consider taking off your coat. We’re going to be here a little while.” Liam’s breath brushed across her ear.
“I’m still a bit cold,” she said, barely able to get the words past the tightening in her throat.
He reached around her and began slowly unzipping her jacket. Her eyes were drawn to the movement as another shudder passed through her.
Liam pulled the coat off, sliding it down her arms and then tossing it to one side. It landed on a couch.
“I’ve waited long enough to do this.”
That was her only warning before he drew her around, then yanked her against his body. And now his lips were pressing against hers.
It took only milliseconds before she felt her lips parting, before he claimed her mouth and made her knees shake with the intensity of the kiss he was sharing with her.
Liam’s hands moved down from her shoulders, traveled to her back, and fell on the top of her nicely curved behind. He couldn’t help himself, and he followed the same journey up and back down again.
The kiss was all-consuming, and when he broke away, leaning back only a couple of inches so that when her eyes opened, she could clearly see the need burning in his, she wanted nothing more than to pull him back to her.
“Let’s go upstairs, Whitney. This has been inevitable since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
It took a few moments for his words to sink past the lust-filled haze she was in, but when they did, she stiffened all the way through, and then her hand came up and she pushed against his chest.
He didn’t fight her when she drew away from him, and she was grateful for that.
“You’ve been nothing but rude to me from the moment we
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