Page 22 of Recklessly You
“What’s it to me, baby? Why can’t I get you out of my damned head? I know you feel the chemistry between us. Neither of us is keen on relationships. So how about we relieve the tension between us? Get it out of our systems.”
Her eyes widen as if my proposal is the stupidest shit ever. Because it is. We would be playing with fire. But we both have an itch to scratch.
“I’m not sleeping with you, Liam.” Her blue eyes narrow to slits.
Fucking hell. My ego deflates along with my dick. She’s fucking stubborn as hell.
“I’m not a one-nighter. Or a hooker,” she bites out.
My lips twitch into a grin. I lean the palm of my hand on the cold tile wall, and with my free hand, I stroke the softness of her cheek. I tuck a golden lock of hair behind her ear.
“I know, baby. We would need more than once to get it out of our systems. You know very well it’s what we need.” I lick my lips, contemplating how her soft lips would feel against mine. Her coconut scent pounds through me like a drug overdose.
“Do you do this to all women, lock them up in the restroom, and offer them sex with no strings attached?” She wraps her arms around her chest, absent-mindedly pushing up her breasts.
Fuck me.
I chuckle. “No, never have…” Because I’m entirely out of my mind asking this. I’m doing this for my benefit. Hers, too.
She scans my profile, scrutinizing me. I like how her glistening eyes shine in the moonlight beaming from the skylight. She’s so damn beautiful. Stunning.
“So, how would this work?”
Good, she’s contemplating my suggestion.
“Simple. We fuck when needed until we get it out of our system, then go our separate ways.” I shrug.
She bites on her bottom lip.
“And no more dates with other people,” I add.
Her brows furrow as she tilts her head, looking right into my eyes. “Fine, but the same goes for you.”
My galloping heart beats wildly, and my dick thickens painfully in my jeans. If she only knew I hadn’t had sex in weeks. I skim my lips onto hers. I can feel her heartbeat quicken. I lick her lips. So soft. I whisper into her mouth,
“Same goes for me, Sophie.”
Before I kiss the fuck out of her, I have one more request. I lick her lips once more and trail a kiss on her neck. She gives me perfect access. Her breathing picks up. I love how my touch affects her. I step back.
Her eyes widen—maybe disappointed my lips are no longer on her perfect soft creamy skin.
The thought of that prick Eric calling her has me wanting to check his background and find something on him to get him locked up. Good fucking thing he’s in New York. She spent four years with him. The dates she’s been on are redundant. It all makes perfect sense. She’s not looking for relationships. She’s looking for a rebound. Who knows what the asshole did to make her go on a dating rampage? I won’t be fucking her when she still has another man on her mind.
“This guy, Eric—you still think about him? You so hung up on him that you’re looking for rebounds?” I ask, slipping my hands into my leather jacket, to keep from touching her.
She turns to grab the coat she left on the sink. She slips it on and avoids contact. Yeah, that’s what I thought. The fucker still has a hold on her. “No,” she says, grinding her teeth.
Liar.
I rake my hands around the stubble of my jaw. “You’re lying, baby.” I run my knuckles along her cheek. “Confess it, baby. The fucker Rake didn’t satisfy you as much as you needed, did he? That’s why you’re on the hunt for something casual and temporary. You haven’t had someone give you pleasure. When I touch you and kiss you—when I fuck you with everything I’ve got, you’ll forget your ex ever existed. You won’t be able to think of anyone else. You won’t want to. I’ll be the only man whose name you beg for and whose touch you crave when I make sure to leave you satiated. You’ll be coming for more because you’ve never had this—” I press my swollen hard-on against her.
She gasps. I lean her against the wall, grinding on her, leaving featherlight kisses on her collarbone. My fingertips trail up her dress. She shivers when I slide her underwear to the side.
Fuck, she’s soaked.
I brush a finger back and forth up her clit.
“Liam,” she moans breathlessly.
