Page 138 of Perfect Liar

Will interacted with them and cared for them just like a protective father might, again making me want him even more.

“Go on then, John. You remember what I said about tonight.”

He swung Lissie around to his chest, kissed her head, and nudged her toward Nanny Sue, who waited by Lissie’s bedroom door.

Then, with scorching eyes and impatient hands, he turned to me and pulled me into his arms.

“I waited years for you, woman. And still, you keep me waiting.”

“Well, you know what they say about those who wait. Good things, right?”

He swooped me up with a grin and took me to his room, locking the door behind us, and the same fragrance from my room crashed into me.

I stared at his bed.

He’d had Lily turn it down and add a blanket of rose petals.

He pulled the shirt over my head and unfastened my bra. His tongue was quickly in my mouth, taking a greedy kiss, and then he moved his kiss to my breasts.

“So beautiful,” he said.

He took one and then the other into his mouth.

I moaned and twisted my fingers through his hair.

Will fiercely tugged down my jeans and my panties, then he motioned with his index finger for me to turn around.

“Show me your back, Elle.”

I stepped out of my clothes and turned my back to him.

He gathered my hair and pushed it over my shoulder. While holding my hips in his hands, he stared at my back for a minute before kissing the tender pink blemishes there. He’d worked through his anger over what happened in the attic, but his heart still seemed to struggle with it.

“It’ll never happen again, baby.”

I shivered as another one of his velvet kisses touched my skin.

“I know.”

Turning to face him, I kissed the base of his throat, gripping his shirt, pushing it upward. He yanked it over his head and tossed it away.

His chest was beautifully sculpted, so broad, so smooth even with the scars. I kissed it, kissed the scars, kissed the brotherhood arrow on his shoulder.

He pulled me against his body, into his powerful arms again. The fine hair on his arms made me think of the sexy golden trail that started just below his navel and led into his jeans.

I pulled back, and he watched me unzip and unbutton his fly.

He bent to kiss me, making sure I couldn’t escape his mouth by twisting my hair around his hand. So with his mouth covering mine, our kiss deep and perfect, I slipped my hands into his jeans and pushed them over his hips.

I broke our kiss, dropped to my knees, and kissed my way down on him.

“Baby, you don’t have to?—”

But he lost the words when I took him into my mouth. And with a savage grunt, he fought to control his thrusts, wrapping handfuls of my hair around his fists, resisting his urge to push into my throat.

His eyes glowed when I looked up at him.

“Christ, Elle, you’re killing me.”

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