Wolf took Liv’s hand and led her to a private nook in the hotel’s lobby, shrouded in mood lighting and pulsing with the slow beat of a seductive, electronic song. For a long moment, he just stared at her, like he was debating, and then he stepped closer and got all up in her space. “I liked kissing you.”
She released a shaky breath. “I liked it, too.” Hello, understatement.
“I liked kissing you in public,” he said.
She shuddered as if his words had been a physical caress. “I liked being kissed…in public.”
“Did you now? Well then I wonder, sweet Olivia, what else you might like?”
In public. He hadn’t said those words again, but she heard them anyway.
Say it, Liv. Just tell him the truth. See where it goes. What do you have to lose?
She felt a whole lot like she was standing on the edge of a cliff—a cliff she’d been peering over for a long, long time. She’d known for years that public displays of affection turned her on. She’d become aware forever ago that the idea of being caught, being seen having sex or being seduced was her favorite fantasy. She had plenty of experience with the fact that nothing got her off faster than imagining that fantasy, too.
But one thing held her back from jumping off that cliff with Wolf. Her ex’s words still rang in her ear from the night she’d revealed her fantasies to the man she’d thought she could trust most in the world. And not just revealed them, but also asked him to make them come to life. Just once.
"Geez, Liv. Fantasies are just that. I’m a partner. You’re coming up for partner. If we got caught, it would ruin our reputations. And since when is normal sex not enough for you?"
As if her wanting to try out a fantasy wasn’t normal. As if she wasn’t normal.
Three years had passed since they’d split, and Liv was ninety-five per cent over that relationship. But Caleb’s judgmental, dismissive tone about this still stuck with her.
“Where did you go just now?” Wolf asked.
“I’m sorry,” she said, reflexively.
“Don’t be,” he said. “Just tell me what you want. You want to have a drink with me? I want that, too. You want dinner because you didn’t really touch yours? I’ll get you that ribeye or anything else you want. You want me to kiss you again, I will. In a damn heartbeat.”
Just tell me what you want.
It had been a long time since someone wanted nothing more than to please her. The fact that it was this beautiful man wanting to do so was more than a little heady.
“And what if…” Her heart hammered so hard her voice got breathy. “What if I wanted something more than kissing?”