I run my fingers through my curls, searching for an intelligent response. "What is it that you want, Mr. Darcy?" is the only thing I come up with.

How lame! My subconscious tuts.

Liam's eyes glow amorously, shutting the distance between us. I blaze inside, my blood thrumming riotously. I should move . . . but my legs refuse.

"I want you, isn't it obvious?" Liam whispers hoarsely.

"Huh?" Damn, he's really making me lose my mind. I gulp at his mocking and godly look that devours the tremble of my lips.

"And I know you want me, too," he remarks confidently, grazing his thumb on my mouth. Fuck! "However,...