Series: North Security #1
Author: Skye Warren
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 19, 2019
Forbidden fruit never tasted this sweetâ¦
The world knows Samantha Brooks as the violin prodigy. She guards her secret truthâthe desire she harbors for her guardian.
Liam North got custody of her six years ago. Sheâs all grown up now, but he still treats her like a child. No matter how much he wants her.
No matter how bad he aches for one taste.
Her sweet overtures break down the ex-soldierâs defenses, but thereâs more at stake than her body. Every touch, every kiss, every night. The closer she gets, the more exposed his darkest secret.
Sheâs one step away from finding out what happened the night she lost her family. One step away from leaving him forever.
Rest, Liam told me.
Heâs right about a lot of things. Maybe heâs right about this. I climb onto the cool pink sheets, hoping that a nap will suddenly make me content with this quiet little life.
Even though I know it wonât.
Besides, Iâm too wired to actually sleep. The white lace coverlet is both delicate and comfy. Itâs actually what I would have picked out for myself, except I didnât pick it out. Iâve been incapable of picking anything, of choosing anything, of deciding anything as part of some deep-seated fear that Iâll be abandoned.
The coverlet, like everything else in my life, simply appeared.
And the person responsible for its appearance? Liam North.
I climb under the blanket and stare at the ceiling. My body feels overly warm, but it still feels good to be tucked into the blankets. The blankets he picked out for me.
Itâs really so wrong to think of him in a sexual way. Heâs my guardian, literally. Legally. And he has never done anything to make me think he sees me in a sexual way.
This is it. This is the answer.
I donât need to go skinny dipping in the lake down the hill. Thinking about Liam North in a sexual way is my fast car. My parachute out of a plane.
My eyes squeeze shut.
Thatâs all it takes to see Liamâs stern expression, those fathomless green eyes and the glint of dark blond whiskers that are always there by late afternoon. And then thereâs the way he touched me. My forehead, sure, but itâs more than heâs done before. That broad palm on my sensitive skin.
My thighs press together. They want something between them, and I give them a pillow. Even the way I masturbate is small and timid, never making a sound, barely moving at all, but I canât change it now. I canât moan or throw back my head even for the sake of rebellion.
But I can push my hips against the pillow, rocking my whole body as I imagine Liam doing more than touching my forehead. He would trail his hand down my cheek, my neck, my shoulder.
Repressed. Iâm so repressed itâs hard to imagine more than that.
I make myself do it, make myself trail my hand down between my breasts, where itâs warm and velvety soft, where I imagine Liam would know exactly how to touch me.
Youâre so beautiful, he would say. Your breasts are perfect.
Because Imaginary Liam wouldnât care about big breasts. He would like them small and soft with pale nipples. That would be the absolute perfect pair of breasts for him.
And he would probably do something obscene and rude. Like lick them.
My hips press against the pillow, almost pushing it down to the mattress, rocking and rocking. Thereâs not anything sexy or graceful about what Iâm doing. Itâs pure instinct. Pure need.
The beginning of a climax wraps itself around me. Claws sink into my skin. Thereâs almost certain death, and Iâm fighting, fighting, fighting for it with the pillow clenched hard.
The words come soft enough someone else might not hear them. Theyâre more exhalation of breath, the consonants a faint break in the sound. I have excellent hearing. Ridiculous, crazy good hearing that had me tuning instruments before I could ride a bike.
My eyes snap open, and thereâs Liam, standing there, frozen. Those green eyes locked on mine. His body clenched tight only three feet away from me. He doesnât come closer, but he doesnât leave.
Orgasm breaks me apart, and I cry out in surprise and denial and relief. âLiam.â
It goes on and on, the terrible pleasure of it. The wrenching embarrassment of coming while looking into the eyes of the man who raised me for the past six years.
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.
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