A Beautiful Star (Beautiful Series, Book 5) by Lilliana Anderson Page B
Authors: Lilliana Anderson
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it, but I remember that you’re not a fan, so I have raspberry here if you’d prefer.”
“I like raspberry,” I respond quietly, and he prepares another biscuit and adds the coulis, holding it up to my lips.
With my eyes locked with his, I take it in my mouth and close my eyes, savouring the richness of the flavour with a light moan.
“I love the way you enjoy food,” he whispers, cupping the side of my face as his fingers slide into my hair.
“It’s the only way I’ll keep these curves,” I return, readying myself, knowing that he’s about to kiss me.
“Well, I really like your curves. I dreamt about them quite a few times while I was away.” His lips are just a breath away from mine, and I seem to stop breathing, suddenly nervous about what it is I know we’re supposed to do here.
When his mouth touches mine, I hesitate slightly, feeling unsure before I manage to respond and move my lips with his and feel the enjoyment that comes when a man’s hand slides down your side and he pulls you against him.
I even let out a gasp when his mouth moves down and his lips gently press on my neck and my collarbone, his hand moving to brush against my breast.
I whimper when his mouth returns to mine and he pulls me tighter to him, his hands moving to lift my blouse and brush against my skin.
It all feels right, and I’m responding the right way, but at the same time it feels… wrong.
“Stop,” I gasp against his mouth, placing my hand on his chest to hold him back. “Please, stop.”
He pulls away, a slight look of confusion as he checks that I’m okay. “Are you alright?”
I shake my head. “I’m fine. I just…” I slide off the bench and head for the door, talking nervously and tripping over my words as I speak. I just need to get out of here. “I have to go,” I manage. “I’m sorry.”
Then I open the door and race down the stairs and out to the street, breathing in deeply when I hit the open air, trying to fill my lungs and calm down.
“Sandra,” Brad calls out, and I look up seeing him leaning over his balcony a few floors up. “Wait there, I’ll drive you home.”
“I’m sorry,” I call up. “I’m really am sorry.” Then I turn and run down the street, bypassing other city dwellers who look at me in confusion or concern, and when I can’t run anymore, when my head and my body is as weary as it can be, I pull out my phone.
“Please. I need you. Will you come and get me?”
Chapter 16
“What happened? Are you hurt?” Jonathan asks quickly as he pulls up outside the cafe where I told him I’d wait.
Getting in the car next to him, I shake my head. “No. I’m not hurt. I’m just…” I can’t say the words because I don’t know what I am. “Can we just go, please?”
“Sure. Where do you want to go?”
Hugging my bag to my chest, I look out the window. “I don’t care. Anywhere. Just go. Please.”
Setting the car in motion, we don’t speak as he navigates the darkened streets, and takes me out of the city and towards the exclusive harbour side suburb of Pyrmont, where he drives into an underground security car park, manoeuvring into a parking spot then cutting the engine.
“Are you coming inside?” he asks, as he switches off the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt.
“Is this where you live?” I ask, my brow furrowed, and my throat thick. I don’t know why I am feeling the way I am, and I do know why at the same time. There’s a war going on inside my body between my heart and my mind, and I’m afraid my heart is winning.
“It was the closest. Come on,” he says softly, reaching over and pressing the button that unlatches my seatbelt. “I’ll get you a drink, and you tell me what’s got you so upset.”
Taking a deep breath, I nod and follow him out of the car park and up a small set of stairs and out into a quiet garden area that smells of sweet trees and sea breeze. To my right is a gate that leads directly to Regatta Wharf with
“I like raspberry,” I respond quietly, and he prepares another biscuit and adds the coulis, holding it up to my lips.
With my eyes locked with his, I take it in my mouth and close my eyes, savouring the richness of the flavour with a light moan.
“I love the way you enjoy food,” he whispers, cupping the side of my face as his fingers slide into my hair.
“It’s the only way I’ll keep these curves,” I return, readying myself, knowing that he’s about to kiss me.
“Well, I really like your curves. I dreamt about them quite a few times while I was away.” His lips are just a breath away from mine, and I seem to stop breathing, suddenly nervous about what it is I know we’re supposed to do here.
When his mouth touches mine, I hesitate slightly, feeling unsure before I manage to respond and move my lips with his and feel the enjoyment that comes when a man’s hand slides down your side and he pulls you against him.
I even let out a gasp when his mouth moves down and his lips gently press on my neck and my collarbone, his hand moving to brush against my breast.
I whimper when his mouth returns to mine and he pulls me tighter to him, his hands moving to lift my blouse and brush against my skin.
It all feels right, and I’m responding the right way, but at the same time it feels… wrong.
“Stop,” I gasp against his mouth, placing my hand on his chest to hold him back. “Please, stop.”
He pulls away, a slight look of confusion as he checks that I’m okay. “Are you alright?”
I shake my head. “I’m fine. I just…” I slide off the bench and head for the door, talking nervously and tripping over my words as I speak. I just need to get out of here. “I have to go,” I manage. “I’m sorry.”
Then I open the door and race down the stairs and out to the street, breathing in deeply when I hit the open air, trying to fill my lungs and calm down.
“Sandra,” Brad calls out, and I look up seeing him leaning over his balcony a few floors up. “Wait there, I’ll drive you home.”
“I’m sorry,” I call up. “I’m really am sorry.” Then I turn and run down the street, bypassing other city dwellers who look at me in confusion or concern, and when I can’t run anymore, when my head and my body is as weary as it can be, I pull out my phone.
“Please. I need you. Will you come and get me?”
Chapter 16
“What happened? Are you hurt?” Jonathan asks quickly as he pulls up outside the cafe where I told him I’d wait.
Getting in the car next to him, I shake my head. “No. I’m not hurt. I’m just…” I can’t say the words because I don’t know what I am. “Can we just go, please?”
“Sure. Where do you want to go?”
Hugging my bag to my chest, I look out the window. “I don’t care. Anywhere. Just go. Please.”
Setting the car in motion, we don’t speak as he navigates the darkened streets, and takes me out of the city and towards the exclusive harbour side suburb of Pyrmont, where he drives into an underground security car park, manoeuvring into a parking spot then cutting the engine.
“Are you coming inside?” he asks, as he switches off the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt.
“Is this where you live?” I ask, my brow furrowed, and my throat thick. I don’t know why I am feeling the way I am, and I do know why at the same time. There’s a war going on inside my body between my heart and my mind, and I’m afraid my heart is winning.
“It was the closest. Come on,” he says softly, reaching over and pressing the button that unlatches my seatbelt. “I’ll get you a drink, and you tell me what’s got you so upset.”
Taking a deep breath, I nod and follow him out of the car park and up a small set of stairs and out into a quiet garden area that smells of sweet trees and sea breeze. To my right is a gate that leads directly to Regatta Wharf with
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