“Liam?”
“Yes, love?”
“Why do we want to wait? Is there something wrong with me?”
“Because of your condition.”
“My amnesia?”
“Yes.”
“Is that a problem with you?”
He caressed her lips with his thumb. Her lips were full and sensuous. Made to be kissed. “No. Yeah. Not that much. We want to wait until you remember who you are.”
“Why?”
“Because I would feel like a jerk when one day you remember everything and you had someone special in your life before you met me.”
“I don’t think I have.”
“How can you be sure?”
“A hunch?”
“Mm.”
“Liam?”
“Yes, babe?”
“Would you…hug me?”
“Babe…” Liam drew her into his arms. She nestled in. Her body was perfect, as if she was made just for him. She hid her face in his chest. Warmth spread from her. It was…heavenly, having her like this. So close. Intimate. Comforting. Nothing else mattered at the moment. Slowly, he felt himself hardening. She noticed it too.
“Liam…” She slipped a hand on his boxers, groping his erection.
God. Naughty girl…
“Eva,” he croaked.
“I know you want me.”
“I do…”
“So?”
How could he explain to her that he had lied to her… about almost everything? Their faked marriage. Her past? It wouldn’t feel right if he bedded her after all the lies he’d shoved down her throat. Except when he told her he loved her. He had meant that. And he still did. He’d fallen in love with her the moment he cared her back to life. “We’d better wait.”
Eva sighed in disappointment.
Liam took her hand and bestowed a kiss on it. He found her lips and kissed her passionately. She returned it with the same heat. So full of hunger. The heat turned into full-blown lust. Liam broke the kiss. “Lean on your side,” he ordered.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
She did what he asked. Liam scooped himself behind her; he snaked a hand underneath her nightgown and up to the juncture of her thighs. She stiffened.