CHAPTER 44

I run my fingers through my curls, searching for an intelligent response. "What is it that you want, Mr. Darcy?" is the only thing I come up with.

How lame! My subconscious tuts.

Liam's eyes glow amorously, shutting the distance between us. I blaze inside, my blood thrumming riotously. I should move . . . but my legs refuse.

"I want you, isn't it obvious?" Liam whispers hoarsely.

"Huh?" Damn, he's really making me lose my mind. I gulp at his mocking and godly look that devours the tremble of my lips.

"And I know you want me, too," he remarks confidently, grazing his thumb on my mouth. Fuck! "However, I don't understand why you're pushing me away, and I can't stand it,” he breathes against my neck and it feels quiet electrifying, lascivious in my part.

I can feel his heartbeat . . . and mine takes a dangerous pace. Oh yes, I want him, now, right in this place, but I'll never admit.

"I ca