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counter, folding his arms. "I didn’t make much of a mess."
    "No."
    They stared at each other. "Come here," he said, voice lowering. A command, not a request, his eyes heated pools of ore. 
    Meredith slid off the stool, caught in his gaze, walking around the island to stand in front of him. He reached out, sliding hands around her waist and pulling her against him.
    "You've had time to think," he said, and kissed her.
    Her hands buried in his hair, gripping the strands with a sudden wild desperation. They tried to slide through her fingers, rough silk. Again his kiss dominate her senses, a wildness inside him she couldn’t hope to handle- only hang on for the ride.
    "There are so many reasons why this isn't a good idea," Meredith said, tearing her mouth away.
    Liam's hand slid around the back of her neck, pinning her as a growl slipped from between his teeth.
    "Too late. My house, my food- my woman."
    Her core melted, a shiver of need throughout her body. Her breasts tightened, nipples hardening in reaction or anticipation, she couldn’t tell. Liam lowered his head, tongue plunging into her mouth in a rhythm that echoed the intent of the hard length pulsing against her middle. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and just... rub all over him, a growing desperation that sent all rational thought fleeing.
    His mouth trailed down the side of her throat, strong teeth nipping her delicate skin, not quite gentle.
    "Liam," she gasped, arching against him as breath tickled the inside of her ear. "Oh!"
    "We have to stop," he said, arm tightening around her waist in a conflicting message. "Or I'm going to fuck you right here."
    Which- wouldn't be a good idea. Right? He was as hard as a rock, as hard as a-
    "Shit." Meredith rarely cursed, but the word translated from thought to speech. She made herself pull away, mostly because Liam was already letting her go. "Brick."
    He smirked. "That's a smart kid. I'm pretty sure she's still outside."
    "Liam- what are we doing?"
    "What do you want to be doing?" His eyes shut for a moment, a shudder racking the tall, strong body. When he opened them, some of the heat banked, ruthlessly pushed aside though she could tell his cock wasn't cooperating.
    Meredith inhaled, steadying her nerves and resolve. "I- there's something you should know." She stepped out of his arms. Several feet, returning to her stool, but not sitting down. After a moment, he might not want her in his house at all.
    Liam watched her. "What's wrong, sweetheart? I told you you could talk about it if you wanted."
    "There’s something you should know about my... family."
    He leaned back, folding his arms. "Are you all convicts?"
    When she failed to respond, his brow rose. "Oookaay. Well, I know you're a licensed teacher, so I'm pretty sure you don't have a criminal record. Meredith, you aren't your family."
    She stared at him, stony. "Do you really believe that? Don’t we teach our students that you're defined by who your friends are?"
    Liam frowned. "You can pick your friends. You can’t pick your relatives."
    "That's an excuse."
    His gaze was steady. "Is that what you would tell Brick? That she can't rise above the poor choices of her relatives?"
    Meredith opened her mouth, closed it. Looked down at her feet. She didn't hear him move, but a long finger tapped her chin, raising her head to meet his eyes.
    "I know you , Meredith. A woman who works hard, cares about other people and tries to make a difference. A woman who places her fears aside for the greater good."
    She blinked rapidly. "You make me sound like a good person. I’m not. I’m spoiled and selfish-"
    Liam laughed.
    "Is something funny?" she demanded, rubbing her eye furiously. She must have gotten a lash stuck in it.
    "You are. I haven’t seen a speck of selfishness in you yet." He grinned down at her. "But then, we have yet to fight over the last slice of chocolate cake."
    Meredith sniffed. "Chocolate cake is overdone. It will take something far more