Page 35 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
She threw on an old T-shirt and stepped out. “But he lives in a shack?”
“Not just a shack. A fishing shack with a very nice dock,” Liam said as she emerged from the closet. “The thing is basically a glorified tiny home where his dad kept their fishing and boating supplies. It doesn’t have running water or electricity.”
“But he doesn’tlivethere.”
“He does. He’s a survivalist.” Liam’s dark gaze zeroed in on the orange strap peeking out from the T-shirt’s large collar. “What bathing suit are you wearing?”
Knightly sat patiently on the bed, listening to their exchange, and she went over to give her best feline boy a proper scratch behind the ears. “What exactly is a survivalist?”
“Someone who lives off the land,” Liam replied, his eyes now firmly glued to her ass. “And I asked you a question.”
Pressing her lips together, she shrugged. She’d purchased the bikini for their honeymoon, and he had never seen it. “A new one.”
“Let me see.”
“No.”
Knightly let out a low, annoyed meow, perfectly echoing Liam’s growl of frustration.
“Fine.” He turned away to grab a black backpack off the floor. The entire bedroom was an organized mess only the two of them could understand. It drove Simone crazy. “But you’re showing me later.”
She smirked at him. “When we get that alone time on the boat.”
Liam grumbled something under his breath as he roughly unzipped the backpack.
“What was that?” She leaned in with a grin. “Didn’t quite catch it.”
“I said forty minutes.”
She tilted her head. “Forty minutes for what?”
He finally stopped his aggressive packing to face her. “Between scouting Watson’s place, maybe talking to the guy, and then getting the boat back to the marina before sunset, I estimate that we should have about forty minutes ofalonetime together.”
She told herself not to giggle, clap, or fist-pump the air. “Forty minutes? That’s it?”
Dropping the bag, he stepped in close. “It’s enough time.”
“For what?”
He hauled her tight against him, and this time, she did giggle—right up until his lips brushed her ear, and the giggle turned into a moan.
“To have you hard and fast,” he whispered. “You won’t mind, will you?”
Her head tilted, exposing her throat. The sharp inhale from him had her arms winding around his neck and pressing her body into every hard line of his. “No, sir,” she breathed. “I won’t mind.”
They absolutely should not have been doing this with cameras on in the middle of the day. Anyone could walk into the media room and see this mini-makeout session playing on one of the screens.
But the second his lips met her neck, her concern was gone, and she arched up on her toes for more.
“God, I need to be inside you,” he whispered, his grip coiling tight like he was afraid she’d vanish.
“But only for forty minutes?”
She felt him grin, and he pulled back to look at her. “Tell me something.” He took her left hand from behind his neck and pressed it to his chest, right over the wild thrum of his heart. “Do you like that engagement ring being back where it belongs?”
Tears rushed forth. Silly and stupid and not at all needed right now. She bit down on her trembling bottom lip and nodded.
Liam chuckled softly, mimicking her awkward nod. “That a yes?”
