Amy Bensen 04 Unbroken Read Free Page A

our coats and Liam shadows me as I follow Tellar down the airplane stairs. Relief washes over me to find that we’re inside a private hangar, allowing me the chance to mentally prepare for our true reentry into the real world. I step onto the pavement, and huddle into my jacket as a cold December gust of wind whips through the open doors of the building, wishing every bitter-cold moment of this day was just over.
    I double-step to reach the car waiting for us a few feet away and Liam hurries around me to open the passenger door. When I realize this isn’t a rental but his personal Bentley, the familiarity gives me a sense of security and calm.
    Liam arches a questioning brow and it hits me that I’m standing there smiling, when moments before I was as dire as one gets. “The car pleases you?” he asks.
    He pleases me, I think. “It suits you.”
    Liam pulls me to him, molding my body to his. “ You suit me.” He leans in close to add, “I’ll show you just how much when we’re alone.”
    The mix of intimacy and erotic promise in those few words has my nerves going from edgy distress to edgy anticipation. And I’m so tingly and ripe for his taking that when he surprises me with a playful smack to my backside, I yelp despite the layers of clothing between me and his palm.
    Smiling, my cheeks flushed as I hurry into the car, I dare a quick look to my left, where Tellar is talking to the driver who delivered it, to ensure he hasn’t witnessed our exchange. Liam follows me inside, a low chuckle coming from his insanely sexy mouth. The sound somehow makes that spot he just smacked tingle all the more. Liam barely has time to close the door when Tellar joins us, and since I am now thinking about that swat to my backside and Tellar’s joke on the plane, I decide I need to compose myself, keeping Liam at a distance by shrugging out of my coat. Or rather, that is the plan.
    “Let me help,” Liam offers, proving what I should already know. Liam Stone is not one to be detoured from any question, and right now, that question is my distraction from anything but him. It’s working. He doesn’t just remove my coat. His hands linger on my arms, the thin material of my dress proving no shelter from his practiced, seductive touch that sends shivers up and down my spine. More intense, though, is the way the mere caress of his fingers beneath my hair and along my nape have my nipples puckering in response. I can’t seem to even worry that Tellar will notice our flirtation. How can I when everything about the way Liam touches me is delivering the promise that when we’re alone, he’s going to do more than show me how well I “suit” him? He’s telling me he’s going to take me to that place he always takes me, where pleasure is absolute and danger is as much an illusion as my brother’s death. And this time, I want to stay forever.

PART TWO

    Safety
    LIAM REMOVES HIS COAT WHILE TELLAR shifts the car into drive and I inhale, easing a few inches away from him as I try to recover from his successful seduction. Unsurprisingly, Liam has no intention of allowing me time to regroup, his hand settling possessively on my leg to pull me close again, intimately aligning our limbs. And when his long, gifted fingers stroke my inner thigh, I’m so close to a moan that I grab Liam’s hand and blurt out, “Is Dr. Murphy coming out of hiding as well?”
    “Next week,” Liam says, his lips hinting at an amused smile that says he’s on to my distraction. “We didn’t want the timing to match ours and be obvious.”
    Tellar snorts, cutting the wheel to turn us onto some sort of private runway. “It’s not like she’s in a rush to return. She and Coco are living it up in Costa Rica.”
    Coco being Samantha, the woman who’d helped us get to the safe house without harm and was later hired by Liam to guard my doctor, who’d also helped us. I think she also has a past with Tellar that he downplays. “I assume Sam’s coming back