Enticing Liam Read online Kristen Proby (Big Sky Royal #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Big Sky Royal Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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He shakes his head no.

“Can’t you speak anymore?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, my head might explode.”

His voice is rough, his hands fisted in the bed linens. I may be a little impaired, but I know that he wants me.

I also know that he’ll be a perfect gentleman, damn him.

I walk to the bed and climb inside the sheets. When I wait expectantly, Liam joins me. I immediately scooch next to him and lay my head on his chest. His arm wraps around me. I can hear his heartbeat.

“This is nice.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Your heart is beating fast.”

“Yep.”

“Are you tired?” I push my hand under his shirt and sigh when I feel the warm flesh of his hard stomach. “You have great skin.”

“Okay.” He rolls me over and snuggles me from behind. “You’ve forced me to spoon you. Keep your hands to yourself, Princess, or you’ll ruin my whole plan.”

“I like touching you.”

He kisses my head and whispers, “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

Chapter 7

~Ellie~

I’ve never woken up with a man in my bed before. Well, unless you counted the few times when I was sick as a child, and my father was there to comfort me. Though that was rare, as I usually had nannies to tend to me.

Waking up with Liam wrapped around me is a whole new experience. I fell asleep with him pressed to my backside, but now my head is on his chest, his arms holding me close, our legs tangled.

It’s as if we’ve been lovers for years. Natural.

It feels bloody amazing.

“Good morning,” he murmurs and kisses my head.

“It is rather good, isn’t it?” I snuggle against him and smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“Surprisingly, yes.” He sighs and shifts his legs, rubbing one up and down mine. I want to purr.

“You don’t usually sleep well?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You’re too full of questions for this time of day.” He rolls me onto my back and smiles down at me. “Did you sleep?”

“Like a baby.”

“I think”—he presses a sweet kiss to my cheek—“we should”—kisses my nose—“move on to”—another on my chin—“lesson three.”

“Fantastic.”

He pauses to kiss me on the mouth, one of his slow, deep kisses that make me weak in the knees. It’s a good thing I’m lying down.

His hand travels from my hip, up my side over my shirt, and lands on my breast, where the nipple is already hard and waiting for him. He tweaks it, pulls on it, and then journeys to the other side to pay that breast the same attention.

“This lesson,” he whispers, “is called heavy petting here in the States. I have no idea what you’d call it.”

“Frustrating,” I groan and arch into his touch. But then he surprises me by slipping that hand under my shirt, then up my stomach and back to my breasts. “Oh, that’s better.”

“So soft.” He kisses down my neck and settles in to nibble on that most sensitive place.

“You give me the shivers.”

“That means I’m doing something right.”

He’s pressed to my hip, and I can feel his hardness there. I want to see it. Touch it. Taste it. There’s so much I want to do with him, and he’s going at this snail’s pace that’s absolutely driving me mad.

But it also feels so bloody good.

I join in the fun, pushing my hands under his shirt. I roam over his skin leisurely, soaking him in. I drag a foot up his bare leg.

I’m consumed by him and his sexiness.

When my hands wander around to his back, he takes them and pins them above my head with a firm grip, holding me with just one hand.

“Lower,” I rasp as his fingers brush over my stomach.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want your hand lower.”

To my utter shock, he complies. But he doesn’t dip under my pajama shorts. No, he stays over them and presses his hand against my center.

I’ve never felt anything like it. “Liam.”

“You’re incredible,” he rasps. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes and find his gaze already on me. I can’t help but arch up into his touch, longing for more. I can feel something happening, and I desperately want it. But just as I’m about to get there, Liam’s phone rings loudly.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, burying his face against my neck. “God, babe, I’m sorry.”

I can’t reply as he rolls over and fetches his phone.

“Cunningham,” he barks into the device. His eyes dart to me, and then he’s hurrying from the bed and pulling on clothes. “When? Is Baxter headed there? Good. I’m with the princess now. I’ll stay here until he reports in. Keep me posted.”

He hangs up and pulls on his pants, cringing when he tucks in his cock and then zips up.

“What’s happening?” I sit up and push my hair off my face.

“Apparently, there’s been a security breach. The camera on the path that leads into the woods is out, and there was a man on that camera moments before.”


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