Her One and Only by Penny Jordan Read Free Book Online Page B

opened her mouth to snap angrily that she would do no such thing but it was too late, he was already striding determinedly to where the baggage carts were stacked.
    Typically she discovered when he returned with one, unlike her he had managed to find one that wheeled smoothly and easily.
    ‘Liam,’ she protested fiercely when he insisted on pushing it for her.
    ‘What is it with you?’ he demanded grittily. ‘You know your trouble, don’t you, Samantha?’ He answered his own question without allowing her any time to make her own response. ‘You’re afraid of being a woman. You’re afraid of...’
    ‘I’m no such thing,’ Samantha interrupted him furiously. ‘I...’
    ‘Yes, you are,’ Liam taunted her. ‘Look at the way you even prefer to be called Sam instead of Samantha.’
    ‘That’s not because...it’s just easier for people to say...quicker...’
    Liam’s eyebrows lifted.
    ‘Quicker maybe, but nowhere near as sexy.’
    ‘Sexy!’ She glared at him.
    ‘Mmm... Samantha...’ He said her name slowly, drawing out each syllable. ‘Samantha is a woman’s name and like a woman should be lingered over and enjoyed the way a man...’
    ‘Thanks for the psychoanalysis,’ Samantha snapped fiercely, ‘but I’ve got a plane to catch, remember, Liam? So, if you want to do some lingering I suggest you wait until you’ve picked up your new PR. She might be more impressed than...’
    ‘See, you’re doing it now,’ Liam stopped her softly. ‘What is it you’re really afraid of, Samantha...? I’ll take a guess that it isn’t not being enough of a woman...it’s being too much of one.’
    Samantha stared at him, for once completely lost for words. His soft-voiced comment had struck unnervingly close to home, too close... To have someone, anyone, see so deeply and intimately into her most private self was a disturbing enough act on its own, but when that someone was Liam, a man who she had dismissed as someone too prosaic...too practical...too unemotional to...
    ‘I need to check in,’ she told him, making a grab for the trolley only too relieved to have an excuse for both changing the subject and escaping his presence and her own thoughts.
    ‘Mmm...’
    Instead of relinquishing the trolley handle Liam kept hold of it so that her hands were resting close to the warmth of his and then, before she could guess what he intended to do, Liam moved with surprising swiftness, covering her hands with his own and keeping her captive, his head bending over hers in the same half beat of time that she lifted her face towards him in irritable surprise.
    ‘Li—’ she began but got no further than the first syllable of his name before his mouth was covering hers.
    He had only kissed her very occasionally before, brief non-sexual courtesy kisses on her cheek, and so she was completely unprepared for the reaction the hard determined pressure of his mouth evoked from her now.
    Her pulse gave an unexpected shock-cum-thrill little flutter that left her feeling breathless and light-headed. Or was it the increasingly firm pressure of Liam’s mouth that was doing that? An unexpectedly delicious and temptingly enjoyable firm pressure, the kind of firm pressure that made her sigh softly and lean responsively into him, her own lips starting to part on what just might have been a give-away small sound of heady pleasure.
    It was, of course, the bright lights of the airport that were making her close her eyes and then open them slowly again to focus hazily and wonderingly on the deep smouldering depths of Liam’s—of course it was. Languorously, Samantha felt her lips soften against his... Mmm...but it was such a lovely kiss, such a sensuous, nerve-skittering, heart-thrillingly sexy kiss that she would have to have been made of stone to resist it.
    But...
    Abruptly she stiffened, realising just where her thoughts were heading, and firmly she pushed him away.
    ‘Thank you, Liam,’ she told him sweetly. ‘That was very nice