Equation for Love Sutherland, Fae (learn to read activity book TXT) 📖

With you." He pressed closer against Liam, his expression eager and almost unknowinglyseductive.

Liam doubted Skye had any idea just how appealinghe reallywas yet. Yet.

"Naked and wet and slippery...yes, Sir, I want that, please."

"Lord, you're good at this,"Liamgroaned.

Skye panted softly, swaying against him, all pliant surrender and hazyeyes. "Good at what?"

"Beingmine."

Skye moaned as Liam grabbed his hand and made for the hallway and, he assumed, bedrooms. Skye shook his head, tugging in the other direction. "The master is upstairs this way."

Liamfollowed Skye instead, around the corner and up a set of spiral stairs to the second floor, which was more of a massive, open loft bedroom. The bathroom opened in the corner, and Liam beelined for it, turning to walk Skye backward, kissing him and tugging at his clothes.

By the time they got to the bathroom, despite being mostly naked then and with the imminent promise of slippery, wet bodies, the tone wasn't as much sexual as it was sensual. There was a big difference, in Liam's experience.

Instead of bites and bruising grips, they exchanged hot, deep kisses and gliding touches. Instead of frantic need, there was a building hunger Liam feared needed more than rutting to sate it. Despite the fear, though, he couldn't stop if his life depended on it. Skye was his right now, and Liam soaked up every second of it. He turned on the triple head shower and smiled as he backed into the stall, leadingSkye forward.

He was gorgeous wet. He was gorgeous all the time. But now, hair blacker thanever and spikywiththe water, lashes inky against damp cheeks and his skin flushed from the heat, Skye took his fucking breath away. Liam must have done something really right at some point inorder to get so damnlucky.

Then again, maybe not so lucky in the end. Because, inthe end, Skye would walk awayand belong to someone else. He'd take what Liam taught him and give it to another man. Liamhad never hated anyone so much as he did that future, faceless man. And when he pinned Skye against the tile a second later and took his mouth in a demanding, possessive kiss, it might have had a lot to do withhis pointless jealousy.

Later, though, when they lay damp and tangled on Skye's bed, and Liam made a hundred excuses to himselfwhy he didn't have to leave, he realized it wasn't about jealousy.

It was about sorrow. Because he'd been stupid enough to find the one thing he'd always wanted in the one manhe couldn't have.

Love.

* * * *

It was Friday. It was five P.M. It was their roomat the MGM Grand, same as every other time they'd met. But Liamwasn't here, and Skye was beginning to think he wasn't coming.

In fact, he'd begun thinking so on Wednesday morning when he'd woken up alone with Liam long gone. He didn't even know when Liam had left. Skye hadn't planned on falling asleep, but suddenly it was nine hours later and he woke up naked, slightly sore and alone in his bed. Calls and texts hadn't been returned, and Skye hadn't beensure what to do.

So he got the hotel room today, like always. He waited, like always. He waited some more. Liam was an hour late and still not answering texts or calls. Skye plopped down on the floor next to the mini-fridge, yanking it open and grabbing a five-dollar candy bar and tearingit openas he dialed Liam's number again.

This time he let the voice mailkick in.

"So this is what being stood up feels like. What number lesson is this, Liam? I've lost count. Well, your thorough teaching style is appreciated, so I'm going to leave now and I expect Monday you'll have a new lessonfor me. Please do not repeat this one."

He hung up and tossed the phone onto the floor. He'd just finish his candy bar and go home. He tried telling himself Liam had just gotten busy or he'd forgotten...but that wasn't the truth and Skye knew it. The problem was, he didn't know what the truth was. Maybe Liamjust didn't want to see himanymore.

That thought was most depressingofall.

Chapter 10

Liam sat on his motorcycle, staring up at Skye's condo. He was beinga fool. He knew it and he worried very soon Skye would know it, too. Of course, Skye was just inexperienced enough not to recognize the absolute absurdity of Liam falling for him. Hell, Skye damn well might think it was--God forbid--a good thing. He hadn't missed all those soft looks, the way Skye asked if their time together was business or maybe more. Skye was falling, too, but at least he had the excuse of naïveté to fall back on. Liam knew how the world worked, this one inparticular.

And yet here he sat, about to be an idiot and go up there and layclaimto the manallover again.

Well, ifhe was going to go down like a captain with his ship, he might as well enjoy the ride to the bottom. He climbed off his bike and strode past Skye's garage and up the walk to his door. Liamhad no doubt he was home. He'd seen lights come on and go off a couple times while he'd been debating his own downfall there bythe curb.

He strode up to the door and knocked with as much authority as he could. He'd been told he had a cop's knock. The kind you didn't dare ignore because it sounded bothurgent and intimidating.

A couple of seconds later, Liam saw a shadow move across the peephole, followed by a muffled thud against the door. He couldn't help it; his lips twitched because he was pretty sure Skye had seen him and immediately flattened himself against the door in surprise. Liam could almost