The Truce (London Suits 1)

She stared boldly back at me, shivering from the cold but her eyes flashing with pure fire.

“Fuckboy? His name’s Chad, actually, and he’s over here from California. He—”

No, no, no. “Fucking Chad,” I spat, slamming my hand into the stone wall.

“You need to calm down.” Her voice was an urgent hiss.

I let out a frustrated growl and placed my hands either side of her head, pressing her back into the wall and aligning our bodies.

The feel of her soft curves against me made me lose all rational thought.

“Luke. This is so fucked up,” she breathed, the fire in her eyes changing from anger to pure need.

I couldn’t take any more. I slanted my lips onto hers, kissing her hard and desperately.

She sighed into my mouth, twining her arms around my neck and threading her fingers through my hair. We kissed, and kissed, and

kissed, our breaths mingling, and our bodies entwined as close as we could get them with the layers of clothing in the way. Electric pulses raced across my skin, making me shiver, and she moaned, low and needy. My dick reacted instantly, and I slid my hands around to cup her ass, lifting her onto the wooden table to the side of us. Hooking her legs around me, she pulled me closer. Our kisses became more urgent, frenzied, and my hands caressed her body until she was helpless in my arms.

“I don’t know how to forget you,” I gritted out, wrenching my mouth away from her. “You need to leave. Please, baby.”

Our eyes met, her pupils dilated, lids heavy with desire.

“I want you, Luke,” she panted. “Please don’t make me go.”

With a tortured groan, I smashed my lips down on hers again.

Sliding my hand down between her legs, I growled approvingly at her wetness. She rubbed herself on my hand shamelessly, and I pushed her soaked underwear aside, gliding my fingers over her clit and into her wet pussy.

“Luke, please,” she begged, her head falling back and her eyes closing. I continued torturing her with rhythmic strokes, working her into a frenzy. I trailed my lips up her neck, kissing along her jawline, finally tugging her bottom lip into my mouth and kissing her again.

She tightened around my fingers and came apart on my hand, crying out my name.

Her breath slowed, and she opened her eyes, slumping forwards. “Wh—what does this mean?” she asked shakily, smoothing her dress back over her legs as I moved away, adjusting my painfully hard dick.

I closed my eyes. No. We shouldn’t have done that. “It was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” She stared at me open-mouthed. “Are you serious? You dragged me out here in a jealous rage, kissed me, touched me, for the first time since you left me, and now you think you made a mistake? Well, fuck you very much.”

I flinched as her angry words lashed me like a whip, and I took a step towards her. “Liv.” I clenched and unclenched my fists uselessly at my sides.

“Luke, why can’t you see that we’re good together?” Her voice cracked and her eyes filled with tears.

“Liv, don’t cry,” I pleaded. “You have to understand. We can’t be together.”

“But—I miss—”

“I’m sorry.” I cut her off. I couldn’t hear those words from her. Hardening my voice, I straightened up. “This can never happen again.”

She let out a choked sob, clapping a hand over her mouth. I reached out towards her instinctively.

“Don’t. Touch. Me,” she spat, recoiling away from me, tears running down her face.

Fuck. As mistakes went, this one was pretty epic.

“Luke.” Avery’s furious voice came from behind me. “What have you done to her?”

I had no answer.