Free Rogue Love by Ophelia Grey

Prologue:
     
    The music thumped a heavy beat that vibrated through my body as Liam held me against him. I could only barely make him out in the dim, smoky light of the club and the occasional flashing strobe light on made it harder for my eyes to adjust.
    “Don’t think so much. Just let go and move your body to the music,” he whispered huskily in my ear. The music was loud, but his words were clear. His warm breath against my neck sent shivers through my body.
    “I don’t know how,” I said back, but he couldn’t hear me.
    I realized that he was right, I was still holding on, afraid to let go. My held felt fuzzy from the succession of rum and diet cokes that I had just downed to calm my nerves. Unfortunately, my body wasn’t used to alcohol and reacted quickly and strongly to the foreign substance. My vision was hazy and my mind felt slow.
    It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I was here, with Liam. I felt the warm press of his body against mine, his hard muscles pressed up against me, flexing with every small movement.
    I let the music lead me and closed my eyes, feeling it wash through my body. I let my hips start to sway, and Liam placed his hands gently against them, gently easing my movements against him. I let the swaying movement travel through my body, from my hips up to my waist and chest, moving my body to the thumping beat.
    Liam pressed his warm lips to my forehead as he swayed against me, his hands gently grazing my arms and back, moving closer and closer to the curve of my ass. I willed him to move lower, hold me tighter.
    It might have been due to the alcohol, the heat, or even the music, but I felt desire coursing through my body with an intensity I had never even imagined was possible. It was an entirely new sensation and it was both wonderful and horrible at the same time. The aching in me grew and grew as I pressed my body harder against Liam’s strong, muscular physique, trying to fill the void growing inside of me.
    Liam pressed back, grinding his body against mine in time to the quickening beat of the music. I could feel the hard bulge in his jeans growing harder and larger against my hip as we swayed faster.
    I could feel the hot, sticky sweat coating my skin, and I realized that all I wanted in that moment was to feel the warm press of Liam’s sweaty, naked body against mine. I wanted to trace every hard band of muscle with my tongue, feel his hands touch me in paces that no one had ever seen.
     
    “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered desperately, standing on my tiptoes to reach his ear.
    Liam looked at me and his baby blue eyes flashed with dark, hungry emotions that mirrored mine. Then he nodded.

Chapter 1:
    “Fear no temptation if the lord is your guide.”
    Pastor Rick’s sermon this week was not particularly inspired, but I still listened closely, my hands folded primly in my lap as I sat between mother and father in our small, wooden church pew.
    It was the middle of August and the summer heat had reached its most oppressive level. The fans blowing from the edges of the room did little to stop the hot, sticky trail of sweat that wandered down my back. I was tempted to reach back and lift of my long mess of blonde hair to give my neck some relief, but I knew that would result in a stern look from mother.
    As Pastor Rick’s unnaturally high, nasal voice ruminated on how a heart open to Jesus was closed to temptation, I tried to pay attention and make mental notes on how to improve myself in the week ahead. I couldn’t help a small glance to my right though, where the Martins were sitting in their pew. It looked empty, without my friend Grace sitting next to her parents.
    When we were younger, she would sometimes make silly faces at me during serious sermons when no one else was looking. I would have to hide my laughter behind fake fits of coughing. I would always scold her later, but she knew that I loved the way she could make me smile, even when no one else