Page 15 of Fighting With Light

“So what’s another ten minutes?” she asks.

I look out at the waves and take a deep breath, spinning her body to face mine. I grab her chin, loving how malleable she is for me and hating myself altogether as I roughly kiss her. Her teeth scrape my lip and my tongue slides against hers, creating one of the most addictive kisses I’ve ever had. She makes my body feel warm. She makes me want to take her to bed and lay waste to everything in my path. Aelia Costa is becoming my weakness, and she will never find out.

I pull my mouth away and she takes a deep breath against me. “Come on,” I command, and grab her hand, linking our fingers together. She follows me back up to my place, stopping us a few times to push us into a dark corner to make out like we’re teenagers. I can’t take it anymore, so we jog to my villa. I throw the door open and then lock it before I push her up against it. Her lips part with a small gasp and her jade eyes zing over my face.

I crowd her against the metal and grab her hands, pushing them up above her head, holding them together with one hand, then grab her leg, hooking it around my waist. She jolts in my hold and I grin at her frustration. I take her mouth and she kisses me back with an intense fervor. The same electricity I felt when we kissed for the first time has only increased in voltage now.

She may be the end of me.

Aelia moans into my mouth and my hips bump hers. Groaning, I pull away and let her wrists go, lifting her up to carry her to the bed. I fall with her, landing on top, and trail my lips from her chest to her neck. She leans her head to the side, opening for me, while I take a deep inhale of cherries.

“You smell so damn good,” I say into her neck.

She giggles and grabs my cheeks to kiss me again. Her lips are charged with want, sparking against mine. They are like fuel to the fire between us and the need only gets more and more intense.

“Liam,” she whines.

I growl and nip at her chin.

“Please,” shegasps.

I lean back and look at her. “Are you begging for me, princess?”

She growls and yanks on my hair.

I kiss her again. “I could get used to that.”

She bites my liphardand says, “Don’t get used to it, Tarzan.”

I smile and realize I’ve completely forgotten what I was supposed to be doing. Our lips get sore and we pause for a moment long enough I can offer her a drink.

“Are you thirsty? Do you want a glass of wine?” She shrugs and pushes herself up against the headboard.

“Yeah, that sounds great if you have it.” I go to the mini bar and make us each a drink. She’s looking down at her phone and I slip the crushed up sleeping pills into her wine. It’s not roofies, it will just make her tired and she’ll fall asleep before this can get any further. I’m not a good man, but that is something I would never do. There are lines you cross and stains you accept for your family. But that is one that is never justifiable. No one deserves that.

She will hopefully be asleep long enough for me to tie her up before I ask questions. I hand her the glass and go to the other side of the bed to sit next to her. She cuddles into my side and it makes my stomach twist.

“You know…I’m here for almost another week. Have you ever had a Bali fling?”

I smile and take a sip. “You know the answer to that.”

She grins and takes a big gulp. “Yes, I do, but it doesn’t matter because none of those women were me.”

I huff a laugh and look down at her. “No, no they were not.”

“So, does that mean you want to have a Bali fling with me?”

Sleeping pills please work faster.

“You’re that confident about our chemistry?” I ask her.

She nods and takes another drink. “Based on the way you kiss me, I’m positive I won’t want to leave this bed,” she says and kisses me.

If only.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” I tell her. She grins and then yawns.

“This wine has made me sleepy,” she says.