~SCARLETT.
I couldn't think clearly with him this close, his gaze pinning me, and his presence wrapping around me.
My breath faltered, and I could feel the ache, the pull, and the awareness that made my skin buzz and my thoughts scatter.
"An-answer to what?" I managed, voice barely a whisper.
Liam didn't respond, only stared. His eyes flicked between mine and my lips like he was mapping a route with dangerous precision.
Then, with a low hum, he leaned in, and my heart stalled as his lips brushed against my neck, making my legs instinctively tighten.
Another kiss, lower, softer, and slower.
"What's…"
Another kiss.
"…the…"
A pause.
"…real…"
Kiss.
"…reason…"
His mouth ghosted over my skin with maddening ease.
"…you've…"
I gripped the edge of the cushion.
"…been…"
Every kiss made it harder to think.
"…avoiding…"
I was dizzy now.
"…me, doll?"
My eyes fluttered shut. I hated how easily my body surr
