Wicked Heart by Leisa Rayven Read Free Book Online Page B

I press my back into the door. “It’s whatever you say it is.” His voice sends shivers
across my skin.
    “Even if I come upstairs with you, my statement about not having sex tonight stands.”
    The edges of his mouth twitch, but he doesn’t smile. “Okay.”
    I put my hand on his chest. “I’m serious.”
    He looks down at my hand, then covers it with his own and presses my palm into his pec. My breathing speeds up. So does his.
    “I’m not taking you upstairs to seduce you, Elissa,” he says as he lightly strokes my fingers. “Even though I’m pretty sure I could.”
    “Wow. So arrogant.” He gives me a lusty smile, and I narrow my eyes. “You don’t think I can resist you?”
    He puts his hand on the wall next to my head and moves closer. I put my other hand on his chest. Not to stop him. Just to feel more of his body.
    He closes his eyes and exhales before looking at me again. “If you’re feeling even half of the attraction I’m feeling toward you, then, no, I don’t think you could
resist. In fact, I think if I kissed you right now, we’d barely make it through that door before tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking like there’s no tomorrow. But I
promise, if you come upstairs, I’ll behave. Maybe you should vow to do the same. The way you’re touching me? It makes me think you want to ride me hard and put me away cold. May I
remind you that I’m a man, Elissa. Not a sexual plaything.”
    My lungs tighten as I stare at his mouth. Damn him to hell for conjuring up an image of me riding him.
    “Point taken.” I reluctantly remove my hands. I’m trying to keep my cool, but his nearness has set my heart to hammering in my chest. “Liam, I swear on the life of my
hamster not to use you as a sexual plaything.”
    He looks crestfallen. “Not even if I beg?”
    I smile. “Not even then.”
    “Just so we’re clear,” he says as he leans down to whisper in my ear. “If you ever beg to be
my
sexual plaything, I’ll make it happen in record time. More
than once, if necessary.”
    “So selfless.”
    “I really am.” He gives me a sexy smile before stepping back to open the door. I follow him inside, and we climb five flights of stairs to get to his apartment. By the time we get
there, my desire for him has been joined by a burning in my lungs.
    “You okay?” he asks, and gently touches my shoulder.
    “Yep. Just trying to disguise my extreme fitness so I don’t intimidate you.”
    “Great job. You have me completely fooled.”
    “Right? Maybe I should have been an actress after all.” I take a deep breath and let it out. Goddamn, I’m unfit.
    When we make it inside, I realize how much he wasn’t kidding about the size of his apartment. It’s a studio with a tiny kitchenette on one side and what seems to be an equally tiny
bathroom on the other. In the middle is a space just big enough for a sofa bed.
    “So,” Liam says, “let me give you the tour.” He doesn’t move. “Aaaand we’re done.”
    I can tell he’s embarrassed, but he needn’t be. In New York, there are heaps of micro-apartments just like this. In fact, I’ve seen worse.
    What sets this one apart is that it’s spotless. The furniture and appliances are dated, but they’re all immaculate. There’s not a single thing out of place. The bed is even
made.
    I narrow my eyes at him. “Were you expecting to bring someone back here tonight?”
    “No. Why?”
    “It’s super-clean. And your bed’s made. I have it on good authority from my brother that most men are missing the bed-making gene.”
    He leans into me, and I feel his warm breath on my ear. “You don’t know me well enough yet to have realized I’m not most men. But if it makes you more comfortable, we could
unmake the bed. Just say the word.”
    A shudder of pleasure runs up my spine. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of destroying such perfection. Are those hospital corners?”
    “If you find that sexy, then yes.”
    I let out a soft