After saying our goodbyes to Léon, we walk out arm-in-arm. Liam’s limo is parked right in front of the restaurant, and he leads me straight to it; just like he did on our first date, he opens the door and allows me to step inside.

The moment the doors close and the limo pulls into the road, the air around us seems to grow heavy with electricity. We both know what’s going to happen once we get to his place and, even though we haven’t said it out loud, we simply can’t wait till we get there.

I turn to him and, looking into his eyes, I part my lips by instinct.

Reaching for me and placing one hand on the nape of my neck, he leans in; my eyelids droop slowly, and our lips touch. For a moment, I forget all about Misty, plots and schemes; I just surrender to his kiss, allowing him to part my lips with the tip of his tongue.

Resting both hands on his waist, I let our tongues dance around one another, my pussy growing wet as my heart starts galloping inside my chest. You know, Liam’s actually a good kisser. He doesn’t slobber all over me, and he doesn’t act like your typical horny guy that just wants to get in your panties. He takes his time, softly kissing me and allowing desire to grow at its own pace inside me.

“Strawberry,” he whispers as he pulls back from me, looking into my eyes and smiling. “Your lips taste just like a ripe strawberry.” With that, he presses a button on his door, and a small door opens on the panel next to him, revealing a bowl of strawberries and a few flutes of champagnes; reaching for the bowl, he picks up a strawberry. Taking it to my mouth, he brushes it over my lips and I part them by instinct; never taking my eyes off of his, I dig my teeth into the tender strawberry and let its juices drip down my chin.

Still smiling, he places the bitten strawberry back in the bowl and leans into me again; he touches my chin with the tip of his tongue then, sliding it up to my lips as he scoops the strawberry juice. With a sigh, I place one hand on the back of his head and, tangling my fingers in his hair, I pull him into me and steal another kiss.

This time there’s no softness to the way our lips touch. Instead, we open our mouths as if we want to devour each other, our tongues no longer dancing but wrestling. Sliding his hands down the side of my body, he brings them around my body and allows his fingers to trace the curve of my ass, cupping my ass cheeks and pulling me into him. I don’t resist - I simply go for it, opening my legs and straddling him.

A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his crotch against mine, something hard and thick there pulsing against my inner thigh. Feeling his cock pressed against me, I kiss him even more fiercely and he responds by digging his fingers into my ass cheeks. My pussy becomes wetter with each passing second, and I can already feel the fabric of my thong completely drenched. If we keep going like this, soon enough my juices will be dripping down my legs.

I’m not the only one feeling like this, though - Liam’s cock seems so hard right now that I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole thing just tore its way out from his pants. And, more than hard, his cock feels like it’s very, very big… The kind of big that makes you gasp and wonder about the mechanics of sex.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” He whispers again, looking into my eyes as he holds me close to him. More than lust in the way with which he’s looking at me, there’s a kind of tenderness that I wasn’t expecting. I had created a mental image of Liam as this wild animal that only played by his own rules, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. He might actually have a soul.

God, I really need to reign myself in.

Okay, Cara, remember who Liam really is, don’t let him fool you, I think to myself, pulling back from him and breathing in deeply. Oh, it’s already too late for that, I continue to think. My eyes meet his again, and my body just starts working by itself.

Sliding one hand down his chest, I brush my fingers over his leather belt, and then flatten the palm of my hand against the hard shape tenting his pants. I hold my breath as I curl my fingers around it, my heart racing so fast that I feel dizzy for a moment.

Yeah, there’s no way I can wait till we get to his place.

Letting go of his cock and taking both my hands to his belt, I start unbuckling it slowly. I then undo the top button on his pants and push the zipper down. His cock pushes back against the fabric of his boxer briefs, and my eyes are immediately drawn to it.

“You drive me so fucking crazy, Cara,” he whispers, running his long fingers through my hair, the sound of his voice forcing my rational side to start shutting down. I can feel instinct taking over me and, hell, it feels amazing to give in to it.

“Maybe you’re the one driving me crazy,” I tell him, taking my gaze off of his cock and looking into his eyes teasingly.

“Maybe we’re driving each other crazy,” he replies with a soft chuckle, and that just makes me want him more. Biting on my lower lip, I take my hands to his shoulders and push his jacket down; he lets it fall down his arms and onto the seat, and by then my fingers are already fast at work on his tie. I loosen its knot and then pull it over his head, allowing the velvety fabric to slide off my fingers.

“I want you,” I find myself saying, unable to stop the words from escaping between my lips. His lips curl into a soft smile, and he brushes his lips against mine once more.

“So do I,” he whispers. I smile back at him, my mind succumbing to a whirlwind of lust. I start working on his shirt then, unbuttoning it slowly and revealing the toned muscles hiding under it. I’ve already seen how ripped Liam is but, to undress him like this, it feels like I’m unwrapping a present on Christmas’ morning.

I’m about to push his shirt down his arms when I feel something vibrating against my leg, a loud ringtone then making itself heard. “Crap,” Liam mutters, plunging his hand into the right pocket of his pants and taking his phone out. He looks at the screen and then looks up at me. “Cara… Sorry, I have to take this,” he tells me, and I simply roll to the side and pat down the front of my dress, straightening it over my legs.

“Hey,” he says, pressing the phone against his ear. “What’s going --” he starts, but then the words die in his throat and a heavy seriousness casts a shadow over his eyes. “Shit,” he mutters, pursing his lips, and then just stays in silence as he hears whatever the person on the other side of the line is telling him. “Okay, I’m on my way,” he finishes off, ending the call and throwing his phone to the side.

I remain in silence for a while, just watching the lines in his face grow deeper. More than just worry, there’s fear in his eyes.

Whatever happened, it was serious.