Page 24 of Hired By the Enemy
He quirks his eyebrow expectantly.
“Okay,” I say.
And now a phenomenon I never, ever imagined would occur happens.
Liam’s lips are on mine. His kiss is gentle, just a soft press of lips like he promised. But there’s something about the feeling that sends my pulse spiking.
I apply some pressure back because, despite everything, I can’t be a passive recipient of a kiss from Liam.
His lips tilt up in a smile under mine and his kiss changes from light to firm.
It looks like this is just another battlefield for us to fight on.
And I’m prepared to fight dirty.
I gently lick the seam of his lips.
Liam’s mouth opens under mine, and suddenly, his tongue is invading my mouth, his hands moving up to my hair, and he’s pulling me even closer.
I kiss him back with the same ferociousness, both of us not giving an inch, our tongues tangling as we battle for dominance.
His stubble rubs against my cheek as he angles for betteraccess to my mouth. He tastes like something forbidden, sweet, spicy, and just beyond reach.
Lust ignites in me so fast I’m dizzy with it. My cock is rock hard and throbbing, and my hips move of their own accord, grinding against his cock.
This is, hands down, the hottest kiss of my life.
Liam groans softly into my mouth, a lust-filled sound that brings me back to my senses.
This is not an appropriate kiss for the dancefloor surrounded by my colleagues.
That’s the only reason I wrench my mouth from his.
Liam’s panting, staring at me with wide eyes.
I stagger back, completely dumbstruck.
What the hell? What the hell just happened?
“Uh…I’m going to head back to the villa,” I blurt, then take two steps back, continuing to face him like I’m retreating from a wild animal before turning and bolting down the sandy path.
My cock is still throbbing.
What the absolute hell?
I reach the villa, but the tranquility of the decor in the room fails to soothe me. Shit. Memories assault me. Liam pressed up against me, Liam’s tongue in my mouth. I can still taste him, sweet and spicy.
The door opens. Liam is standing there, looking as flustered and disheveled as I feel.
He doesn’t say anything.
For a few heartbeats, we just stare at each other.
Then he’s crossing the room, pushing me up against the wall, claiming my mouth like he’s trying to superglue our lips together.
I’m kissing him back with the same ferocity. Like there’s no powerful enough force in this world to stop me from touching him. My hands are on the side of his face, thenslipping around to the back of his hair, grasping him to keep him in place.
He’s everywhere, all firm determination and heat, his hands sliding down my body.
