Page 57 of False Confidence

It was covered by protective plastic film—which was probably just as well considering there had been a chance of it getting covered in paint—but the skin around the dainty design was red and tender looking. It wasn’t a big tattoo—maybe two inches tall, with Snoopy sitting down, holding a book. Though most of it was just black line work, Snoopy’s book featured a pink heart. A romance book.

What the hell did this mean for what Jasmine felt about him? He wasn’t entirely sure, but it could only be good.

He nudged her back against the wall, lifting her leg over his shoulder, opening her wider to him. He was relentless, unable to get enough of her. She moaned, shaking in his grip, while he circled her clit with the flat of his tongue, fucking her with two fingers. Seeing her come last night had been incredible; but now he wanted to taste it.

She jumped when he grazed her clit with his teeth, his name spilling from her with a slew of curses.

Jasmine knotted her hands in his hair. “Liam,” she groaned, tugging him just hard enough that he pulled back. “What about rule number five?”

“Now you want to follow the rules?” he asked, dragging his gaze up her body. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling as she panted. He hadn’t noticed, but, at some point, she’d taken her bra off, and her nipple piercings glinted in the light.

“You told me I had to behave in order to get your cock in my mouth. This is me behaving,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Wow, I hardly recognize you.”

She growled at him, but it turned into a whimper, her mouth dropping open and her head falling back as he curled his fingers inside her.

“Okay, let’s stick to the rules. Tell me about your exes. Anyone serious? Anyone I’m going to have to fight off if they come trying to win you back?” It seemed fitting, given that she knew all about his ex—and since said ex had come out of the woodwork.

“You want me to talk about my exes while you—fuck—fucking finger me?”

“Give me some credit, darling. I can multitask. I’m still listening.” He winked and didn’t give her the chance to argue before leaning in and running his tongue over her clit.

“Oh fuck. Okay. Um… Shit, there’s really no one worth mentioning.” Her words were slurred slightly, her voice breathy and jumpy. “I’ve never really had anything serious, just people I’ve dated for a few months here and there who weren’t looking to commit to anything.”

“Why?” he asked, pulling back just enough to ask before turning his attention to her pussy again. He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his tongue and pressing one finger slowly inside her ass.

Jasmine cried out, clenching around his finger. “Why have I never had anything serious or why has no one ever wanted to commit?”

“Both,” he managed without pulling away. He was pretty sure he’d never tasted anything as fucking perfect as Jasmine, and he wasn’t interested in giving up a single second more than he had to.

She must have been able to make it out, though, because after a moment, she answered. “I don’t know… I mean, I’m not great with expectations since I never seem to be able to meet them, so I guess I’ve been drawn to people who have low expectations of me.”

Jesus, he despised her parents.

“And it’s been hard to have anything serious when I haven’t been able to trust anyone to tell them about the orgasm thing—until you.” Her voice cracked, the last word falling away with a whimper. Until him. That deserved a reward. Liam pressed a second finger inside her ass and she gasped.

“And okay, sure, I’ve spent years telling everyone I didn’t want anything serious, but I’m pretty sure I’ve been lying to myself. It’s just scary to say I want something like that in case no one wants me like that—oh fuck, baby. Fuck.”

Jasmine’s whole body tensed, the orgasm ripping through her when Liam brushed a finger over her clit. He was right: as beautiful as she looked when she really let go, she tasted even better. He only let up when her body slumped against the wall and he wasn’t entirely sure she could hold herself up.

Liam’s body ached as he stood up—maybe he should have taken her up on the offer to join her at yoga. But then she wouldn’t have the tattoo. He trailed his fingers lightly across it as he took her in his arms, swallowing down the emotion thick in his throat.

“Are you alright?”

“Mhmm,” she replied sleepily.

“Feel better getting it out?”

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and dark. “Talking about my feelings is unsurprisingly better with your tongue inside me.”

“Oh no, I guess I’ll have to do that every time. Such a hardship,” he joked with a smile, and Jasmine laughed, brushing a finger from one dimple to the other, across his lips.

“My turn to ask you something.”

He tucked her hair back behind her ear. “Before you do, I find it completely unbelievable that everyone you meet doesn’t want you like that, darling. You deserve everything you want and so much more.” And I want to be the one to give it to you. He couldn’t tell if she heard the unspoken words, but her shoulders tensed for a split second before she relaxed back into him. “Now it’s your turn. Ask away.”

She tilted her head, searching his face as she asked, “If you’d picked up the phone earlier, and India told you she’d made a mistake and she wanted to get back together, would you take her back?”

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