QUOTE : I hurried past Liam, wanting to give him his moment. I was at the door when it was closed by a hand from behind, and I was pulled back against him. His lips were against my throat and he was drawing in a deep breath as though to calm himself. I laid my hand over his as it rested on my waist. His other arm wrapped around me now and held me like a vise. I could feel the wetness of his lashes on my skin. He was kissing my neck again and again, and drawing in breath as though he couldn’t form words. I smiled and turned my face into his hair, breathing in his scent. “You are welcome,” I said softly, knowing what he was trying to say, but unable to say. “God, I’m not just thankful,” he choked out. He drew in another breath and gently lifted my hand to the scarred side of his face.