The Good Liar (Infidelity #1)

by C.P. Harris

He spun around on his stool, his gaze falling between my legs and the tent pitched there. I crowded in between his thighs, directing his stare to mine with a hold on his chin. “Ignore it,” I said. “It can’t be helped.” I examined his neck, angling his head accordingly, then kissed the angry scars. “I’m sorry,” I said, nailing myself to the cross for him. He bowed his head, releasing the tension he’d been storing in his shoulders since leaving my bed. “I wanted it,” he admitted unnecessarily. “I still want it. Fuck, I want more. I want you to do whatever you want with my body and…my heart. But I won’t let myself have you, Cole.” He looked at me, then, a sorrowful expression mingled with his beauty. Pure innocence and vulnerability. The two things my fantasies of him were built on. “This is the best I can do. But I can’t rein you or myself in when we’re like that, Cole. You’ve always been the one in charge of the control.” I forcibly locked him into a smoldering kiss, agreeing without words, leaving us both short on air at its conclusion. “And don’t ever tell me to ignore this,” he said, slipping his thumbs into my waistband and skimming the soft cotton below my ass and balls. He stared at me from below lush brows, blinking lazily. “Do you remember what to do with it?” I asked. “I think so,” he said timidly, standing and then getting to his knees. My head sloped to the side as his mouth wrapped me up in its warmth. Of course he remembered.