Page 98 of Love to Loathe Him

He chuckles. “And she’s not allowed to? Seems a bit unfair.”

“No, she’s not! I prefer to think of it as encouraging her to have high standards.”

“Poor thing,” he murmurs as he strokes Winnie’s fur. “Mummy’s just jealous because she wants some action of her own, but she’s too stubborn to let herself have it.”

Oh my.The way he says mummy, the way his eyes meet mine over Winnie’s head, makes my insides clench with want. This is messed up since he’s talking to my cat.

I swallow hard. “I never pegged you for a cat person.”

And then, because I’ve apparently lost all sense of self-preservation, I grab him by the collar, Winnie smooshed between us, and plant one on him.

He’s surprised, probably because he’s holding my cat and that’s not usually a precursor to a make-out session. Winnie’s surprised too, if her indignant yowl is anything to go by.

For a second, Liam doesn’t react, just stands there while I molest his face. But then I feel his mouth pushing against mine, his lips moving with fierce purpose, his stubble rasping deliciously against my skin.

He groans, the sound vibrating through me, and breaks the kiss, carefully setting Winnie down so she can escape our human mating dance. Then he turns back to me, his eyes blazing with a wicked gleam.

“You jealous of me giving your pussy attention, Gemma?”

“Get over yourself,” I scoff, but I’m already fisting my hands in his shirt and yanking him inside the flat clumsily, desperate for more.

This is bad. But I can’t help myself. Sorry, Winnie. Mummy’s about to get some action after all.

He responds with a savage groan that sets my nerve endings on fire, and then he’s slamming me back against the wall, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. I feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against my stomach, and it makes me quiver with anticipation.

God, I need this. I need him. My body has officially staged a coup against my mind, and I’m powerless to resist. He’s an arrogant banker—I’m not really at risk of falling for him. This is fine. This will be totally, blissfully fine.

“Wait,” Liam growls as I reach down to palm his erection through his trousers.

“What?” I blink up at him, my brain fuzzy with lust and expensive wine. “Why the hell are we stopping?”

“I need to go talk to James first.”

Liam’s driver. I’d completely forgotten about the poor sod waiting patiently out there in the car.

I glance out at the street, suddenly paranoid. Hopefully my hedge provides enough cover to hide the worst of our indecent activities.

It’s not like we’re full-on fucking against the wall.

Yet.

Liam disentangles himself from my needy clutches. “Wait here.”

He strides off confidently, his impressive boner leading the way, as I wait in the hallway with Winnie.

Oh my god, is he staying the night? I can’t even think that far ahead. I just need to let Liam McLaren make me see stars one more time. Then all rational thinking can recommence.

I scoop up Winnie, ignoring her meows of protest, and deposit her in the kitchen, tucking her into her bed where she should’ve been snoozing hours ago.

I race back to the hallway, my heart pounding and my skin buzzing with heat.

And there he is, filling my doorway. The look in his eyes, dark and intense and full of wicked promise, makes my chest heave.

He closes the door behind him with a click that echoes in the charged silence.

“Anyone else here?”

“Just Winnie,” I breathe. “I put her in the kitchen.”