Page 48 of Wraith
He picked her up causing Amelia to squeal. Next, he lowered her until perfectly, warm water flowed over her ass and rose higher. She tightened her arms around him but didn’t open her eyes until he told her to. When she did, he’d run her a bath and was sitting beside the tub on the bath stool.
“I promised you a bath at some point.” Liam trailed a finger between her breasts. “I know this isn’t the perfect place or time. I know we’re still trying to get to the end, but I wanted you to have something good. Open your eyes.”
“I do have something good—I have you.”
He leaned forward to kiss her, softly at first then deeper.
Amelia framed his face with her wet palms for another then rested in the tub. Liam didn’t leave her. He caressed her skin making her sigh.
“What’s next?” she asked.
“We wait for back-up then we go in to see what we can find.”
She gave in to the soothing warmth of the water and the danger she saw in Liam’s gaze. Ever since she knew what made her hot, she’d always dreamed of a man looking at her the way Liam did. It was almost as though every time he had her naked, he wanted to ravish her.
Amelia wouldn’t have minded.
When the water ran cold, Liam lifted her out, dried her with a clean towel, then carried her to bed. He laid her naked between the sheets then crawled in behind her and drew her into his chest. Amelia rolled over to face him, snuggled her head under his chin and exhaled deeply. He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her forehead and pulled her even closer.
“You’re spoiling me,” Amelia said.
“I want to.”
“Thanks for this,” Amelia told him. “Um—I should probably get dressed before your friends arrive. I don’t want to be naked…”
“You’re naked for me, Hummingbird.” His voice was a soft rumble. “I want to feel you bare like this. Give me this.”
She smiled, kissed his throat and settled back against him.
“Remember when you asked me to say something to you in Mandarin?” Liam asked.
“Yes. You said one day you might tell me what it meant…”
“Ni zhenmei.” He repeated. “You are so beautiful.”
She blushed. “Aww, baby.”
He kissed her deeply.
Early the next morning,Amelia woke up alone. She pulled the sheets over her breasts as she rose and looked around. Liam was nowhere to be seen but she could hear voices in the other room. Nervous, she hurried into the bathroom and hauled on her clothes. Her gun was still in her pocket in the outer area. Once she was sure her clothes was presentable, she brushed her hair back, tied it up and slowly walked out of the room to find Liam with two other people.
There was a man and a woman. The man—sexy, muscular, dark hair and wearing blue jeans and a black graphic shirt. The woman was beautiful, African American and dressed in skin tight leggings and a boyfriend sweater.
“Um…” Amelia said.
They all turned to look at her and Amelia wanted to crawl under the floor.
“Amelia,” Liam said with a smile. “Come on in.”
She walked to stand by Liam’s side.
“Meet Alric Gerhart,” Liam said.
“They call me Beastmode,” the man said, extending a large hand. “But honestly, Beast is fine. It’s a pleasure.”
Amelia accepted the greeting. “Nice to meet you.”
“And Sabine Henson.” Liam motioned to the other woman in the room.
