Free Sinful Rapture (The Rapture Series) by Alexandra Ivy

Liam dropped a light kiss on her lips and scooted out of the bed.
    “I need a shower,” he said. “Why don’t you call down and order lunch from room service?”
    Forcing her tense muscles to relax, she sucked in a deep breath.
    There was no reason to freak out.
    So, she had…feelings.
    Intense, potentially life-altering feelings.
    But in this minute she didn’t have to worry about anything but enjoying her day.
    And the view.
    Especially the view, she silently acknowledged, her gaze taking a slow, appreciative inspection of his naked body.
    Heat combusted in the pit of her stomach, her hands tingling at the memory of exploring those hard, chiseled muscles.
    Damn but he was fine.
    She cleared her throat. No mauling the delectable male .
    Not until she had food in her rumbling belly.
    “Do I actually get to eat this time?” she lightly teased.
    Something that might have been relief flared through his eyes before he was sending her a teasing smile.
    “I make no promises, princess.”
    He headed into the attached bathroom, and scrambling off the mattress, Holly grabbed her clothes and rushed into the guest room to take a quick shower.
    She didn’t doubt for a minute that Liam would happily have welcomed her into his own shower, but there was no way they’d ever get to lunch if she got her hands on him.
    With a grimace she pulled on her wrinkled shorts and top.
    Very soon she was going to return to her apartment and get her own clothes. Then these were going in the trash.
    Calling down to the kitchen, she ordered two club sandwiches and a plate of fries for Liam and a side salad for herself, then, moving to gaze out the glass wall that overlooked the Strip, she deliberately kept her thoughts from straying beyond the penthouse.
    At some point she was going to have to deal with the wedding gifts that were piled in her living room, and cancelling the tickets for the Bahamas cruise she’d booked as a surprise for their honeymoon. But those were worries for the future.
    For now she intended to enjoy each moment as it happened.
    The chime of a bell had her arching her brows in surprise. That was fast. Like, sonic fast.
    Of course, being the owner of the hotel no doubt leapfrogged your lunch order to the top of the stack.
    Moving across the floor, she pushed the button to open the elevator doors, her stomach growling at the thought of snatching a few fries off Liam’s plate before he got out of the shower.
    A fine plan, except for the fact it wasn’t room service who came storming out of the elevator. Instead it was a dark-haired man with bronzed skin and black eyes that were smoldering with an unmistakable fury.
    Luc Angeli.
    Her half-brother.
    Belatedly noticing her gawking at him from the edge of the elevator, Luc came to a halt midstride, his eyes widening in shock.
    “Holly?”
    “Luc?” She gave a slow shake of her head. When her brother had walked away from Angeli, he’d sold all his shares of stock as well. Just another thing that had pissed off Vigo. So why would he be in Liam’s penthouse? “What are you doing here?”
    “Me?” he growled, his dark brows pulled together in a scowl. Even casually dressed in jeans and a cotton shirt, he oozed arrogance. “What the hell are you doing here?”
    She planted her hands on her hips, meeting him glare for glare.
    She’d be damned if she let him make her feel ashamed.
    “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m about to have lunch with Liam,” she said.
    He sucked in a sharp breath. “Here?”
    “Yes, here.”
    The dark eyes narrowed, focusing on her damp hair and flushed cheeks. “Did you spend the night with him?”
    She pressed her lips together. She’d wasted her entire life regretting the fact that she didn’t have a relationship with Luc and her elusive half-sister, Shelby. There were times, however, when her brother could be a bossy pain in the ass.
    “Again, none of your business,” she said.
    “That bastard.” Luc clenched his hands,