Liam swore under his breath and gritted his teeth. This beautiful woman was wet, naked and willing on his lap, but he couldn’t take her. Not like this. A dark anger swirled in him, at the thought of other men, forcing themselves on her, without knowing the details, he knew it was probably painful and horrific for her.
He drew her closer and kissed down the side of her neck. “Has any man ever made you feel good,” he asked her, quietly.
She shifted in the water, rubbing herself against him. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He groaned and pulled her back. “If he had, you would know.”
She looked at him blankly, and shame and regret was already starting to bloom on her cheeks. He had to put that out, immediately. He ran his hands up her inner thighs, massaging gently until he reac
