Page 103 of Perfect Liar

“I’ve missed you, Will.”

“Turn round and kiss me, baby.”

My heart flipped.

I turned and searched his eyes. I was stuck there…lost in him.

Unwilling to wait any longer, Will covered my mouth with his and kissed the breath from my lungs. He took everything from me with that savage kiss. One kiss, and he owned me.

He pulled back and moved his gaze up and down my body.

“You’re much more than beautiful to me, Elle. You’re my angel.”

Then he drew me against his body again, pressing his erection against me, and pushed his tongue into my mouth for more. He gripped the nape of my neck, so I couldn’t escape his kiss, and his other hand slid up my thigh beneath the hem of my dress.

His throat vibrated as he brushed the back of his fingers over my lace panties.

“I need you…need to be inside you.”

The terrace spun. I was flying high.

“Me too,” I breathed.

Someone at the doorway cleared his throat…Ethan, no doubt.

Will ignored it and pushed another kiss deeper, drove it beyond a kiss with his fingers caressing me beneath the lace, flesh on flesh.

I broke the kiss, panting against his mouth, and pulled his hand away.

He smirked.

I punched his shoulder. God, he’d almost made me come.

Will kissed the tip of my nose.

“Ethan said the interview went well.”

I nodded, still catching my breath.

“I’m taking you home tonight.”

“What? But?—”

“—I’ll bring you again, Elle. I’ll shut down Hertford for an entire evening for you when it’s safe. But right now, I want you back at Eastridge.”

Hertford, the mansion in Manchester Square that housed the Wallace Collection.

I peeked around his shoulder and smiled at my view of the gardens and the silhouetted mansion against the glowing amber backdrop.

“I know you will.”

And I did know. Because he’d stop time for me if he could.

He pressed his smiling lips against my forehead.

“Tell me what’s going on, Will.”

“The paparazzi shouldn’t have known your name. I was quite careful about that. Someone else fed that information to them.”