No way was he going to be accused of taking advantage.
“Not yet.” His thumb traced the lush promise of her mouth. Damn. How many nights had he tortured himself with thoughts of those lush lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him dry? He went hard as a rock. “But I intend to be.”
She stiffened, but she made no effort to pull away. “Look, I’ve had a really bad day and I’m not in the mood—”
“I know,” he interrupted.
“What?”
“I know you’ve had a bad day and I’m here to make it better.”
Her eyes widened. “You? I don’t think so.”
She took a sharp step backward, her expression wary. Liam, however, didn’t miss the pulse at the base of her throat that pounded at frantic beat. It wasn’t fear that was making her heart race and her eyes dilate. It was good, old-fashioned lust.
His cock pressed against his zipper, the pleasure/pain forcing him to choke back a groan.
Dammit. When he climaxed it was going to be with some part of Holly wrapped around him.
Fingers. Mouth. Pussy.
It didn’t matter which.
“Get used to it, princess,” he warned, watching as her tongue peeked out to wet her dry lips.
She took another defensive step backward, her cheeks flushed.
“Why don’t you go do whatever or whoever it is you’re here to do?”
“What a fabulous idea.”
He reached out, grasping her by the waist. Then with one smooth motion he had her tossed over his shoulder and was headed toward the back of the club.
CHAPTER TWO
What the hell?
Holly tried to grasp what was going on.
It’d been shocking enough to have Liam suddenly appear.
Like the day hadn’t been crappy enough? Now the man who’d been the bane of her existence for the past six months had to ruin her brief attempt to enjoy a wild, carefree night?
And worse, he was acting as if he was some Neanderthal who’d just crawled out of his cave.
A surge of belated outrage raced through her. Curling her hands into fists, Holly pounded them against Liam’s broad back.
“Put me down.”
Without warning he reached up to give her a light smack on her backside.
“Hold still or I’ll spank that delicious ass until it’s rosy,” he said, his hand lingering to soothe the sting.
Holly’s mind went blank.
Did he…
Was he…