is grimacing and moaning through every breath.
“You can’t help me.”
He smirks. “I can.”
“How?”
“My kisses make you forget for a split second. Imagine what the rest of my body can do.”
I blush, but that can’t happen. I can’t fuck Langston. I can’t even if my body sings to life at the very thought. Even if just imaging him fucking me eases my discomfort, I shouldn’t.
“I’m not fucking you, killer.”
He grins. “I’m not asking you to fuck me.”
“Then, what are you asking?”
He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m telling you to let me make you feel good. To let me loose on your body. To let me make you come with my hands, my tongue. Let me help you.”
My tongue sweeps across my teeth. My body heats, begging me to say yes. I ache between my legs at the thought of his touch. How many times have I imagined his touch? Wanted it, but thought it could never happen?
It’s a horrible idea. We are already crossing too many lines. Kissing Langston is one thing. Knowing how it feels for him to make me come is another. My body will crave him in an entirely new way—a way I’ll struggle to resist.
“Just this one time?” I ask.
He nods slowly, as his tongue runs over his bottom lip. It’s clear how much he wants me to say yes, even though I don’t know what he’s going to get out of this. He doesn’t get to fuck me. He doesn’t get to feel any pleasure outside of giving me pleasure.
I smile seductively. “You can help me—that is if you are capable of making me come.”
He grins back. “Challenge accepted.”
13
Langston
Liesel agreed to let me touch her. To make her feel good. To make her come.
It’s something I’ve dreamed about a million times but knew it would never happen. I’m in a state of shock that she said yes.
I’m in a state of shock about a lot of things. Siren is alive. Liesel didn’t shoot her. It was all a game. I’m beginning to think I’m losing this game that Liesel and I are playing. I thought I held the most important cards, but I was wrong. Liesel holds more power and secrets than I could have ever imagined.
My thoughts on changing the game will have to wait. Right now, all I can think about is Liesel.
I wish we had a bed, something I could worship her body and pamper her in. Instead, all I have is a cold, rough floor.
Liesel smiles weakly up at me, and I realize it doesn’t matter where we are. It doesn’t matter the circumstances—all that matters is I have her.
I lean down and kiss her again. Her lips part automatically, and a soft moan purrs into my mouth as I kiss her. I can’t believe how she lets me kiss her without asking, like this is the most natural thing in the world.
But just as the kiss deepens, Liesel pulls away. “What about Phoenix? I won’t help you cheat on your wife. I won’t be the other woman, even for one night. It’s one thing to participate in a wild sex game while you’re married. This is different.”
I knew she’d have doubts about this if I let her think too much. Apparently, my kisses aren’t as powerful as I thought.
I frown. “I don’t love Phoenix. We are married but only out of necessity, not because we have that kind of relationship. Whatever we do tonight or any other night isn’t cheating, and Phoenix knows that.” I wish I could tell her that Phoenix and I aren’t really married, but that would be another lie. And I’m tired of lying to Liesel if I don’t have to.
She hesitates. “I wish I knew why you married her.”
“I wish I could tell you.”
“But you don’t trust me?”
“I trust you more than you realize.”
We stare at each other, our eyes getting glimpses into each other’s souls. I do trust Liesel—and that’s the problem. I trust her when I shouldn’t. I want her when I shouldn’t. I care about her when I shouldn’t.
She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me back into a kiss. This time I know there won’t be any more doubts. There won’t be any more hesitation on either of our parts.
We’ve been so close to this before. So close to crossing beyond kissing. I’ve wanted to touch her, to taste her for so fucking long.
So many times, things have stopped us before. Our history. Our