Chapter Thirteen
How it had happened she didn’t know, but Liam had crept under her guard. He was a balm to her wounds. A breath of fresh air to her stressed out worlds and life of responsibility. He was an escape she couldn’t deny.
Liam kicked the front door open and it was all she could do to lift a shaky finger down the hall to her bedroom. Her limbs were weak with awareness and s****l need, her blood alive with each adrenaline fuelled pump of her heart. Her skin prickled with alertness where he touched her, his arm beneath her back, her side pressed against his chest.
His heart hammered as hard as hers. She felt it through the material of her blouse that was all too claustrophobic. Finally he reached her bedroom. He strode inside and placed her as gently as though she were a piece of
