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Annabelle Lawson has it all–fame, fortune and a successful acting career to boot. But three years on from her break-up with the love of her life, she is still missing him. So in the middle of the night, she jumps on a plane and flies to the fair city of Dublin, determined to win him back.
Hotel-owner Liam O'Brien can't believe the woman who ripped his heart to shreds three years ago is staying in his hotel. What's worse is that old fires still rage between them, dredging up past hurt that Liam would rather forget. Deciding to take control, Liam gives Annabelle what she wants–sex. But there will be no strings and no emotions.
However, as Annabelle's body invades his senses, he finds himself falling backward in time. He knows he needs to hold onto control but a very persistent Annabelle won't let that happen. A power struggle soon erupts and one question arises: Can either of them win in this game of control? Or will they allow the past to consume the present, leaving them alone on the streets of Dublin City?
Without another word, Liam took Annabelle's elbow and led her to the elevators. She didn't speak, either. She couldn't. The heat of his hand on her arm had her speechless. The familiar masculine scent of him was already consuming her senses. Being so close to him had every nerve in her body alive, vibrating with excited anticipation.
"Where are your rooms?" she finally croaked out when the elevator door slid open.
"Top floor." He nodded to the couple coming out of the elevator then led her inside. "Your suite won't be ready until the afternoon."
She nodded. Under any other circumstances, she'd be very pissed off to be kept waiting for a hotel suite. But here with him, she'd be on her best behavior. Liam didn't like drama.
The higher the elevator rose, the more anxious Annabelle became. Her face heated, her palms sweated. She crossed and uncrossed her arms. Her eyes darted from the elevator ceiling to him, and then back to the ceiling.
She swallowed, dropping her eyes to study her feet. Her throat was dry. She hadn't had anything to drink since the plane and for the first time in about ten years, she had no Evian in her purse. There'd been no one to get a bottle for her.
Liam shifted beside her, making her jump. Her eyes shot to his but all she saw was a hint of amusement. Oh hell, he's laughing at me.
Her nails dug into her palms as she fought to pull herself together. She badly wanted someone to hand her a script, to tell her exactly what she had to say. But it was as if she'd had a shock of stage fright. And she'd forgotten all her lines.
She jumped again when the elevator doors slid open. Feeling her cheeks grow even redder, she stepped past Liam into the suite. In an effort to take her mind off him, she studied the décor. This suite was nothing like what she'd seen downstairs. Instead of luxurious furnishings and rich colors, there were sleek lines and monochrome. Pieces of abstract art speckled the living area, while a very modern kitchen stood behind a breakfast bar. Very masculine in its simplicity. Very Liam.
She'd almost managed to lose herself in a painting when he spoke.
"Sit down on the sofa. I'll get you a drink."
"I'd rather stand."
His eyebrows lifted but he didn't argue. "Suit yourself."
Not knowing what else to do with herself, she followed him to the kitchen area. He reached into the fridge, retrieving a bottle of wine.
"Is white okay?"
She nodded. The thought of a crisp white wine made her throat itch. While he poured, she turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window. From this high up, she could see right across the city to the bay. Tall buildings mixed with old-fashioned red-brick houses. A combination of two worlds: the modern and the quaint.
"This is quite some–" her breath hitched as his body came up right behind her and he placed the wine glass in her hand. Steadying her voice, she finished the sentence. "This is quite some view you got
"It's just buildings and water."
Annabelle shivered as his breath tickled her ear. "You never were able to see the beauty in your surroundings."
Behind her, Liam snorted. "Sometimes there's fuck-all beauty to see."
Taking a sip of wine, Annabelle struggled to relax. The heat of his body was enveloping hers, pulling at her very core. Between her legs, wetness surged to her pussy. Just feeling him breathe on her shoulder turned her on more than any sex she'd had in three years.
"You cold, Anna?"
She closed her eyes, his intimate tone hitting her with full force. Lord, she'd missed the sound of him saying her name.
"No. Why do you ask?"
"You keep shivering."
As if to prove his point, Annabelle shivered. But it wasn't the cold that affected her. And judging from the quiet satisfaction in his voice, he knew she didn't shiver from the cold too.
Without saying anything, he moved closer. So close, she could feel his erection pressing against her ass. She bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping. Her clit thumped, aching for what was coming. She knew it was coming. It was just a matter of waiting for Liam to touch her. The waiting hung heavy between them, thickening the air, stretching the tension. To stop herself from losing it, Annabelle focused on her breathing.
But no amount of "breathe in" and "breathe out" could take her mind off him. Eventually he made his move. His large hands settled at her hips and Annabelle gasped, the heat of his palms searing through the thin material of her blouse. For a few seconds he kept his hands there, sitting on her hips. Then with controlled movements, he slid his hands upward, tracing the curve of her waist.
"Did you have a good flight?"
Annabelle nodded wordlessly. His touch was so potent. She just wanted to bend over.
Unable to stop herself, Annabelle pushed back, pressing her buttocks into Liam's groin. But he didn't respond. His hands kept stroking her waist, up and down, until she thought she might go mad. And then he loosened her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt and slipped his hands underneath. She whimpered as his hands made contact with her bare skin. Goosebumps rose along her arms while her pussy clenched in anticipation. His hands stroked upward until they met the underside of her bra. A sweat broke out on her forehead as he brought his hands around to cup her breasts. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, stiff and throbbing beneath the lace of her bra. He circled them, teasing them, bringing them out further.
"Was there a lot of traffic coming from the airport?"
"Uh huh." Actually, she couldn't remember if there had been traffic. She couldn't think right now.
Biting down hard on her lip, Annabelle reached out to grip the edge of the breakfast bar. With one hand, Liam continued to play with her nipples while the other slid back down over her belly. And then it was slipping under her skirt and his fingers were tracing the silk edge of her hold-ups. She moaned as his hand ran over her bare thigh, stroking the flesh. He was so close to touching her. Just not close enough.
Annabelle ground back against Liam's cock. What the hell was up with him? He knew she'd never had any time for patience. And this wait for gratification was going to send her insane.
Liam seemed to take the hint. His hand rose until he cupped her pussy and his middle finger pressed into her. She moved against it, riding his hand, only the thin material of her thong acting as a barrier. Liam pushed the scrap of material to the side so that his fingers pressed against the bare skin of her pussy.
"Christ, you're wet Anna," he muttered. "All this for me?"
Unable to answer, she nodded, grinding against his fingers. She could feel his cock swell at the small of her back and ached for him to put it inside her. But she knew she had to do this his way.
It was when Liam's thumb and forefinger squeezed her clit that she fell apart. Pressing into his hand, she came hard, spasms shaking her body, tearing the strength from her limbs. Liam held onto her until the tremors stopped and she could stand again.
"That was amazing," she whispered, straightening her skirt.
"Glad you enjoyed it."
She smiled, hearing the self-satisfaction in his voice and knowing that there was a smug grin on his face. Just as she was about to twist in his arms to give him his turn, he pulled away.
"I think we should eat now, don't you?"
She blinked, watching as he picked up the phone. Calm and controlled and completely together. He did not look like a man who'd just given a woman an orgasm or a man who had a raging hard-on. Hell, she could still see it. But looking at his face, no one would ever guess he was turned on. The Liam she remembered had let nothing get in the way when he wanted to fuck. He'd never thought about ordering food or getting a drink. So what was going on now? Why had he suddenly turned into Mr. Control?
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