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“Caden?” he asked even as his body responded to her
nearness.
“I need you to do something for me,” she said, her voice
heavy with emotion.
“What’s that?”
“Kiss me.”
“What?” he said on a shout even as he took a step closer to
her.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me and I can feel you react.
Kiss me so I know it isn’t my imagination.”
“It sure as hell isn’t your imagination.” Liam closed the
remaining distance between them and cupped her face in his
hands, the softness of her skin shot through him straight to
his soul. “I’ve wanted to do this since I laid eyes on you.”
His mouth covered hers and he ate the whimper that slipped
from between her full lips. Liam nibbled her lips before
caressing them with his tongue, slipping it along the seam
of her mouth; he asked for and was granted access. She
tastes even better than she smells. A wave of
possessiveness crashed over him and he growled low in his
throat as one hand moved to press against her back. Liam
coaxed her tongue out to engage in the age-old mating dance
with his. There was no part of her mouth he left unexplored
but when she sagged against him more, he reluctantly ended
the powerful kiss.
Her eyes were foggy as they met his. “It wasn’t your
imagination. Now go, before I take you to my bedroom and
finish what was just started here.”
Caden’s hand shook as she opened the door and stepped
through. He could see her chest heaving as she tried
valiantly to ingest some air into her lungs. He understood
for he felt the same.
“Goodbye, Liam,” she whispered.
“Oh no, baby. Not goodbye. We’re just getting started.”
Sadness filled her face as she said, “I’m sorry. I won’t get
involved with any more military men.”
“You’re right. No more. I’m the last one.” Pointing at the
truck, he reiterated, “Gregory is waiting. You’re welcome to
stay, but you won’t be leaving if you do.” Liam had to
physically stop himself from going after her when her gaze
zeroed in on his crotch before she turned around and left
without another word. Caden didn’t even look back as she
climbed into the truck.
Liam shut the door and smacked the thick wood. “Damn it!”
Running a hand over his face he berated himself up one side
and down the other. I shouldn’t have done it, but damn
she tasted so fucking good. He knew they weren’t done.
Liam had every intention of seeing her again.
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