Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 911

Lizetta had barely pushed Remington into the guest room when she realized she didn't need to follow him inside.

She pulled her hand back and urged, "Go on, take a shower. I'll go check on Yoli."

As she turned around, hand reaching for the door handle, Remington's large hand suddenly appeared over her shoulder and pressed against the door, blocking her escape.

His grip was firm, the veins on the back of his hand standing out in a way that was both strong and undeniably attractive.

Lizetta's gaze flicked to his hand, and her heart skipped a beat, her back stiffening.

"Liz, what's got you all tense?"

Remington leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur in her ear, with a hint of teasing.

Truth was, Lizetta was a bit on edge.

Since they'd reunited, this was the first time she and Remington were alone in a room together.

Behind her was a large bed, and Remington's recent behavior had her mind racing with all kinds of inappropriate scenarios.

"I'm not tense? You need to shower and change out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold and start whining for me to take care of you."

Last night, Remington had spent hours kneeling under the stars, catching a chill, and he'd been running a fever this morning.

She'd completely forgotten about that when she urged him into the pool earlier.

Feeling a little guilty and concerned, Lizetta turned to push him toward the bathroom.

She wanted him to stop clinging to her so recklessly.

But in her haste, she forgot that Remington was standing so close behind her.

As she turned abruptly, her lips accidentally brushed against his neck.

The soft contact, the sweet scent.

Lizetta bit her lip, her cheeks turning a vivid shade of pink.

Remington lowered his gaze, eyes fixed on her rapidly fluttering lashes, and cut her off.

"Did you mean to do that?"

Lizetta instinctively looked up to glare at him, but it was as if Remington had been waiting for that exact moment.

As she lifted her head, her lips parted, and like a hunter who had set his sights, he leaned in and captured that cherry hue with precision.

this time, his

pulling her closer into his embrace,

hot, and Lizetta felt as if

found herself wrapping her arms

felt her response and

a soft whimper, her eyes suddenly opening, filled

whether Remington had been watching her

eyes because

found herself lost in the dark depths

whirlpool ready to swallow her

grew, her body both trembling and weak, her

wanting him to continue and fearing what

trailing along her back, dropped away. He stepped back slightly, his breath

she could hear the rapid, fervent

wildly, just for

still burning, she bit her lip, silently trying to steady

bite. I

though her head was bowed, and he couldn't see her, it was like he knew exactly what she

release her lip, a short, soft gasp escaping

felt the heat rise again, threatening to overwhelm

It was maddening.

back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he

saw something she shouldn't have,

as she quickly

up again.

hadn't

There was a thud.

"Ow!"

"Ah!"

them cried out in pain at

harshly with

tears springing to her eyes from the

better off; his teeth had caught his lip,

smear.

own discomfort, he quickly asked, "Where did you hit?

small hand, moving it

your lip!

hand away,

the corner of Remington's lips, she was

gotten the

tongue over the blood, "Just

and