Page 43 of An Inevitable Marriage
“No!” My hands shot out to stop him from undoing the fourth button, but all I did was shove my vibrator in his face.
Holy hell, can I possibly embarrass myself even more tonight?
Pretending nothing was amiss, I lifted my chin and hoped he couldn’t see me pull on the hem of my sleepshirt.
“You weren’t supposed to be here.”
His eyebrow quirked. “Ah, so you’re telling me that when I’m not around, you’ll be walking around half-naked?” Gaze trained on mine, he rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I might have to install cameras then.”
A myriad of images bombarded me all at once. His hand curled around his thick erection as he watched me play with my toy. Me watching him. Both of us, unable to keep our hands off each other as we watched ourselves…
It was so vivid, pressing my thighs together couldn’t keep my panties from getting wetter.
It freaked me the hell out.
So much, I slammed the door shut.
It took two, maybe three seconds for Liam’s chuckle to roll over my skin.
“Goodnight, Snow. Havefun.”
Chapter eleven
Liam
Myknuckleswerewhite,and my damn fingers ached. Still, I couldn’t step away from Snow’s door. Hell, I’d been stuck there since I’d arrived home to the ear-splitting noise coming from her room.
And when I’d followed the racket, it had been with the intention to tell her to shut it the hell off.
Then I’d seen her.
Holy fucking shit. In an instant, I’d lost my ability to breathe. Most of my blood, too. It had all rushed south. And if I’d dropped dead right that second, the cause of my untimely demise would have undoubtedly been the woman I’d just given my last name.
She might have been murdering the eloquent Spanish language with her off-key singing and garbled words, but fuck me, she was damn delectable doing it.
I’d had to adjust myself several times since I’d laid eyes on all that skin on display, courtesy of her oversized shirt. I swear, my mouth had gone dry and my fingers immediately wanted to touch, to feel. To caress.
Then, before I’d even had time to analyze that particular thought, she’d pulled something from her bag and silenced the music. It had taken a few seconds, but the instant I’d realized what she was holding, my already way-too-hot blood turned to molten fucking lava.
One look, and my mind was filled with all sorts of images. None of them sweet or wholesome. They were downright filthy. And as shocked as I’d been to have had these thoughts in the first place, I was even more stunned at how desperately I wanted to make them a reality.
That alone should have been warning enough for me to walk away.
But since I had only one working brain cell, I’d opened my mouth instead of moving my feet.
Which brought me right back to me standing outside Snow’s closed bedroom door, thinking about her and that damn toy.
Would it be so bad if I…
The thought was abruptly interrupted when my phone vibrated against my leg. I yanked it out with intention of switching it off but my mood instantly soured at the sight ofhisname flashing across my screen.
Family in name and blood only, I didn’t give two shits about the man who called himself my grandfather—which he only did so everyone would know he was related to the CEO of Nouvelle Femme.
Fucker.
With the blood in my veins burning for an entirely different reason, I poked the ‘ignore call’ button and then powered down my phone before taking my ass back to my own bedroom. But since I’d been through this enough times to know sleep wouldn’t come even if I begged it to, I traded my suit for a pair of blue athletic shorts.
If I couldn’t pick up the phone and tell Theodor Maxwell Sr. he could go fuck himself, I’d take my frustration out on the boxing bag at the gym.
