what you did, but I’m not afraid of you. And you have nothing to be sorry for. I’d give you more if you’d take it.”
“So you saw? I kind of hoped you were out the whole time.”
He looked away. “I saw how you put it to Clancy the way you did, and I know you healed me.”
My chest seized, and my stomach filled with bees. I nodded. “He’s tied up in the shed now, so you can do whatever you want with him. I’ll get changed, and I’ll leave.” I started past him, but he moved to block the door.
“No! I mean, I don’t mean to shout, it’s just—”
“I would never hurt you.” I stared into his bare chest, still beaded with water where he’d cleaned himself up. Nothing could have made me raise my eyes. “I don’t hurt anyone unless they leave me no choice.”
“I know.”
I didn’t believe him. How could he not be afraid of me? Doesn’t matter. “Where are the rest of the guys? Why didn’t they come to help you?”
“I told ’em if they ever heard shots to run into the woods. Never know when one of them gangs of raiders’ll show up. I’m sure the boys’ll be back by nightfall.” He raised his hand to my face and hesitated for a moment before his fingertips slid along my jaw and into my hair. “Stay here with me.”
“I need to go.” I struggled to free myself from him, but I couldn’t find the strength to get it done. He tipped my face up to his, and the world narrowed down to those intense brown eyes and the electricity flowing between us.
“Why is my heart beating so fast?” My breaths stumbled in and out faster.
“I don’t know.”
Liam put his hand flat on my chest above my breast, took my hand and put it on his bare chest. His heart throbbed faster than it should, but nothing like mine. As we stared at one another, the rhythms synchronized until they beat in unison. The air pulsed around us, and the trees outside the window hissed, speaking to one another in their wooden song.
“What’s happening?” I raised my other hand to trace the muscular ridges of his arm. Why do I want to touch him so badly?
Liam put fingers over my mouth and pressed his lips to my cheek in a chaste kiss. “Stay with me tonight.” He took his fingers away and kissed me, lightly at first. Breathless, he crushed his mouth against mine, slipping his tongue between my lips. I stiffened for a moment before some instinct, long dormant in me, awakened and took over. Primal sounds came from us as we ate at each other’s mouth, hands exploring. Everywhere he touched seemed to be connected to a throbbing nerve that led to lower places.
Liam came up for air, chuckling. My legs wobbled beneath me. The sky outside rolled with clouds, and the wind pushed against the window.
“I need to go.” I edged closer to him.
“Why?”
I thought long and hard. “I don’t remember. Something bad. Something bad is coming.” I should have been gone already, not sucking face with a stranger. So why couldn’t I go? Why did I linger, waiting for him to cure my ache?
“No.” He laid kisses along my jaw. “Let me keep you safe tonight.”
“But—”
He kissed me again.
I closed my eyes, gave myself over to the urgency in my body. The ache for him became unbearable.
When I opened my eyes again, the towel lay on the floor at my feet. I stood in nothing but the black underwear. He sat on the bed in front of me, his eyes rolled up to me—hungry, dark, predatory.
I shivered under his touch as he kissed the underside of my wrist, savoring the pulsing current flowing through me.
“I can’t get close enough to you.” His voice was thick with need.
I pulled my hand away from him and backed up until I bumped into the door. A desire so thick I couldn’t think past it flooded my body. “I’m confused, I—”
Vibrations sang through the floor as if the whole world moved to watch us, anticipation trembling their feet.
He stood from the bed, his hands shaking, fear shining in his eyes. “I know this
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