Will Amy and Liam Be Able to Put Their Secret Past Behind Them?

From New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones comes the fourth and final part in the sexy, suspenseful The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series — finally revealing the long-awaited wedding between Amy and Liam. But with the explosive secret they're hiding, will their enemies ever let them live happily ever after?

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"Let's make more good memories, baby."

"Yes. Please," I say, and my words land on his tongue as he kisses me tenderly. His mouth lingers over mine, my body coming alive, and I feel him breathing with me. Sometimes it feels as if he's the only way I can breathe.

Liam shifts the spell between us to new places, turning me to face the massive four-poster bed that stirs wonderful, intimate memories, and I am most definitely ready to make more. He unzips my skirt and with deft fingers undresses me, removing one of the barriers between us. Slowly. Seductively. Somehow he never touches my skin but I feel him everywhere. My skin tingles the way my backside had when he smacked it. I know he's teasing me, driving me to a place where there is only this man, this room, and me. I feel the energy shift and know that he's no longer directly behind me, leaving me naked and untouched. The freedom to be vulnerable with this man, which I don't dare with anyone else, is sexy in a thrilling way.

"Turn around," he orders, and the rough, aroused quality of his voice tells me I affect him, too. I like that even when he's in control, there's a part of him that I set free.

I face him, finding him close, but not close enough. He shrugs out of his jacket and I'm mesmerized by him, his power, his grace. Every move he makes is controlled. Every action calculated. And I realize something I think I've known all along: we are the same. Both damaged. Both shattered in some deep way. Both defending ourselves from future wounds with our self-control.

He tugs his tie off and wraps it around his hand, silently promising me that soon I'll be at his mercy. It's not the first time he's tied me up, and each encounter is different in a good way. Yet tonight feels like the first time—as if we really are starting a new chapter.

During our first encounter, he'd said, "Sometimes having a safe place to give it away is the best way to block everything else out. I'm asking you to let me show you that I'm that safe place."

And Liam is my safe place.

"Amy."

His voice commands my attention, and I look up to find I've missed the delicious moments leading up to him now being gloriously naked. My gaze lands on the "pi" tattoo on his belly, the 3.14 etched above a row of numbers in an upside-down triangle that is all about the infinite possibilities of life. It's both thrilling and terrifying at times when I consider them with this man.

"Hold out your hands," he orders, and it speaks volumes that I no longer hesitate to give myself fully to Liam.

He twists his tie around one of my wrists, and I think of the many ways he has helped me escape my past. But what about his past, which is just as etched in heartache as mine? He doesn't talk about his mother, not since his sole emotional breakdown.

Since then, he's protected me—but who protects him?

He completes the knot binding my hands and pulls me to him. "And now, you're mine to please and tease."

"Yes, I am," I agree.

"Hands back over your head," he orders, his hands falling from my body, promising he won't touch me again until I comply.

I do as he wishes, crossing my wrists above my head, staring down at him, and he is naked and beautiful, the kind of man who can make a woman beg. This woman. Because I hurt in all the places he's still not touching me. "Please, Liam," I whisper.

Satisfaction flickers in his gaze, as if my plea is what he'd been waiting for. He tangles his fingers into my panties, holding my stare as he oh so slowly drags them downward. They fall to my ankles and he presses his mouth to my belly, one palm on my upper thigh, his thumb flicking ever so gently on my cl*t. I try to suck in air but fail as over and over that thumb teases me, the delicate friction driving me insane, enough to make me burn, but not enough to let me breathe.

"Liam," I gasp, and again, it seems to be another plea he seeks as it has barely left my lips when his fingers slip into the wet, swollen flesh of my core and enter me. And his mouth, his gifted, amazing mouth, replaces his thumb and closes down on my now throbbing nub. The wait is over as he suckles and licks, and when my knees tremble, his hand is on my hip, holding me steady, the way he has from the moment we first met.

Somehow I keep my arms over my head, when what I want is to reach down and touch Liam. Oh how I burn to touch him. A burn that radiates through my sex and suddenly I am on the edge of the sweet, blissful place that is release. I suck in a breath that lodges in my chest, my body tensing, and then I'm there, so very there, tumbling into a place that can only be called perfection. I lose everything. Worry. Time. Pain. And when I come back to the world, Liam is holding my hips, keeping me from falling.

He kisses my belly again but this time he lingers there, his cheek settling where his lips were seconds before, as if he's holding on to me, making his claim that he won't lose me real. There is vulnerability in the act, the kind that he shows no one else. No one but me. He shows me. He trusts me the way I do him. And I have never felt so loved and complete as I do in this moment.

He's different now, the edge that was there moments before shifting to something equally dark, but free of sharp corners. My heart squeezes with the impact of what he feels, and the way he dissolves the loneliness of my past. I reach for him, my fingers slipping into the thick, dark strands of his hair. He lifts his head to fix me in a deep, dark stare, cupping both my hands in his to bring them to his lips. I sink to my knees in front of him, my hand flattening over his heart.

"I love you," I whisper.

He cups my face. "I love you, too, but baby, I won't apologize for protecting you."

There are a million things I could say in that moment but he is already kissing me, deeply, passionately, the moment of tenderness transforming into something hungrier, hotter. Suddenly, we are clinging to each other, trying to get closer, hands all over each other as we tumble to the ground, lying side by side. Still kissing, still trying to get more of each other, he shifts our bodies, his thick erection pressing between my legs into the slick heat he's created.

His mouth leaves mine but our foreheads are pressed together, and we do what we've said we will do. We breathe together, and it's intense and wonderful and I swear I can feel him everywhere, in every part of me.

He pushes inside me, driving deep, and his hand slides up my back, molding my breasts to his chest. "This is where you belong. With me. That's what matters."

"Yes," I whisper. "With you."

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