Escaping Reality (book #1)
His touch spirals through me, warm and sweet, wicked and hot. I shouldn’t trust him. I shouldn’t tell him my secrets. But how do I not when he is the reason I breathe? He is what I need.
At the young age of eighteen, tragedy and a dark secret force Lara to flee all she has known and loved to start a new life. Now years later, with a new identity as Amy, she’s finally dared to believe she is forgotten–even if she cannot forget. But just when she lets down her guard down, the ghosts of her past are quick to punish her, forcing her back on the run.
On a plane, struggling to face the devastation of losing everything again and starting over, Amy meets Liam Stone, a darkly entrancing recluse billionaire, who is also a brilliant, and famous, prodigy architect. A man who knows what he wants and goes after it. And what he wants is Amy. Refusing to take “no” as an answer, he sweeps her into a passionate affair, pushing her to her erotic limits. He wants to possess her. He makes her want to be possessed. Liam demands everything from her, accepting nothing less. But what if she is too devastated by tragedy to know when he wants more than she should give? And what if there is more to Liam than meets the eyes?
“I think I might just tie you up in my bed and keep you there, like I threatened. You’d be mine for sure then. I could lick you, kiss you . . . punish you for denying you’re mine. Maybe even spank your pretty little ass.”
Spank me? I gasp and try to turn, my heart exploding in my chest, but he holds me easily, his fingers wrapping my wrists. One of his hands goes to my breast, cupping it, holding my back to his chest. “Easy, baby,” he murmurs. “I won’t spank you unless you ask me to.”
The growly, deep quality of his voice is frighteningly arousing, considering the topic. “That’s never going to happen.”
“It’s not about pain, baby. It’s erotic pleasure and the kind of complete escape that leaves nothing but the moment. And the trust you give me because you’re mine. It leaves no room for anything but you and me. You need that. We need that.”
Any fear of the threat of a spanking evaporates. Yes, I whisper in my mind. I need that. Take me. Make me yours. I squeeze my eyes shut and when he turns me to face him, I open them. His eyes hold me spellbound, the air thickening around us. He presses his fists into the wall by my head and tenderness settles over his face as he adds, “But what we need more than anything, Amy, is each other. I need you, baby. I need you alive and well, in my bed and in my life. The idea of losing you is torture, but I know you aren’t my property. You’re the woman who changed me in ways I don’t even fully understand.”
We are both exposed in ways I don’t believe we’ve ever been with anyone else. The raw honesty in his eyes, the torment and fear, the vulnerability I sense in him, speak to my soul. He speaks to my soul. And suddenly I understand the sex games, and his need to control something when everything seems to be spinning and breaking apart.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re right. We do need each other. I need you, Liam, but—”
“No buts.” He slides his fingers around my neck, dragging my mouth to his. “Say it again. I want to hear you say it again.”
My heart squeezes with the vulnerability and need beneath his masculine command. His need for me. Mine for him. “I need you, Liam.”
“And that is everything to me, Amy. You are everything.”
He kisses me, his tongue parting my lips, and when mine reaches for his, when that first sensual connection happens, it’s as if something bursts to life between us. This isn’t a kiss, but an unleashing of wild heat. We’re suddenly clinging to each other, touching each other, his arms wrapping around my neck, my legs around his waist.
In an instant I’m sandwiched between him and the wall, and his pants are to his knees, his shaft pushing into the slickness of my sex. He drives into me, stretching me, filling me, burying himself deeply, completely. I pant with the feel of him inside me, our foreheads settling together—another little thing that has become familiar, a sweet bond in the middle of absolute passion.
“Then let me be more clear.” His cheek slides over mine, his whiskers scraping erotically over my delicate skin, his lips pressing to my ear. “You’re a beautiful woman who deserves to be properly fucked, which I conclude from both your actions and answers to my questions, that you have not been. I want to be the man to remedy that. I want it very much.” His arm wraps my waist, shackling me to him as if he fears I will get away, his free hand stroking down my hair, as he huskily adds, “Probably too much.” He moves then, his intense blue eyes staring down at me, searching my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re running from, but I know you’re running.”
My heart jackhammers. “No, I’m not. I’m not.”
He brushes his lips over mine. “And I’m not asking you to tell me why,” he says, rejecting my denial. “But just know that I have every intention of making you forget everything but what it feels like to have my tongue and my cock buried inside you.”
My lashes lower and heat pools low in my belly, then settles hard between my thighs. I’ve never even had a man use the word “fuck” with me before, let alone promise to fuck me properly, but I fear he will make me forget why my silence is golden. “I don’t—”
“Look at me, Amy.” There is a command in his voice and for reasons I cannot explain, I am compelled to comply. My gaze lifts to his. “I do,” he promises. “And I like the idea that I am the man who’ll make sure you do, too.”
He’ll make sure I know. This is exactly everything I need to hear. He’s promised to be demanding and to take me to unknown territory, but that I won’t be there in the dark. I am so very tired of being in the dark. I wrap my arms around his neck and make sure he knows how important this is to me. “I want to know. I need to know.”
Approval seeps into his eyes, heat simmering in their depths, and one of his strong hands cradles my face, and then his mouth is lowering to mine. His tongue licks into mine, tasting me, and he is different now, we are different now. The kiss is hotter, wilder, passion unleashed, and I have a sense of being claimed. Like I am his to take and I want to be taken by this man. I want it very much.