Page 23 of Recklessly You
That’s it, baby, moan for me.
I want her to cravemy touch, my mouth.
I move my fingers quickly in circular motions around her sensitive bud, causing her to arch her back in response. If she has another man on her mind, I won’t fuck her. I won’t grant her the luxury of an orgasm. I will give her the luxury of being properly kissed, though. I brush my fingers faster in a swift motion. I pinch her clit, capture her lips, and let my tongue explore the inside of her mouth as if it’s a foreign land. I devour her mouth like a starved man.
For a taste. A kiss.
My mouth works with urgency, desperate for every second of it, and I bite down lightly on her bottom lip before pulling away. I can feel the need radiating off her body, filling me with a desire I don’t have room for in my heart. She whimpers. I claim her lips, erasing the fucker who kissed her.
Kissing Sophie is reckless, so fucking reckless.
The minute I saw the shithead kissing her, though, it brought the beast out of me. Brought out the male chauvinist too. I pinch her clit as she moans. A feral growl leaves my mouth. I pull away. She’s panting, and I’m panting.
Our mouths are both swollen. Lust engulfs Sophie’s dazzling blue eyes. By the looks of it… this is the best kiss she’s ever had. I feel like I should high-five myself for giving her a proper, mind-blowing kiss. She hasn’t seen anything yet. Or should I say she hasn’t felt anything yet? When my dick thrusts into her, sending her into an unknown dimension, she’ll feel an electric shock like no other. I lick my drenched finger, savoring her taste. Bad fucking idea because now I want to feast on her, but that will have to wait. Fuck, she tastes like heaven and hell.
I need to leave before I’m tempted to fuck her against the wall.
“You have my number, Sophie. Call me when I’m the only man clouding your head.” I step back and turn to leave her in a lusty haze. I unlock the door, but before I leave, I turn to her. “Lose the bastard date of yours. I don’t want to see another man touching what’s mine. See you soon.” With that, I walk out and rearrange my dick, who’s begging to be set free.
* * *
I steponto the rooftop where the band is playing. The crowd grows by the minute, circling around the makeshift stage. I walk toward my mom, Rosa, and her boyfriend. My mother stands under a heater. “Liam, where did you run off to?”
“Restroom.” I jerk my head to the side of the long hallway leading to the restrooms. She reaches into her purse, takes out a tissue, dabs it into her glass of water, then grabs my chin and scrubs my lips. I pull back.
“Mamá, what are you doing?” I feel like a kid getting his face washed by his mother in public.
Rosa and her boyfriend Ivan bark with laughter.
I groan.
“Lipstick, Liam. You have lipstick all over your mouth. I’m trying to help so you don’t look like the Joker.” She goes back to scrubbing hard.
Fuck, I was on cloud nine and forgot about lipstick. Of course, little Rosita has to put her two cents in.
“What is this, high school? Did you go lock yourself in the utility closet to make out?” She throws her head back and laughs so hard, she snorts.
Ivan watches her grinning with growing intensity.
I growl at Rosa—leave it to her to always bust my balls.
My mom smiles, tossing the tissue back into her purse. “Who’s the girl?”
The last thing I need is to be questioned. Nothing will come of the agreement I made with Sophie. We both need to get this out of our systems and go our separate ways. I’m not the kind of man who gives a woman status and marriage. I’m not the kind of man who falls in love.
“Just a woman I know,” I say to my mom, and her smile drops to her toes.
“So, are you guys ready to go?” Rosa asks. “It’s getting colder. We can bring in the New Year at home.” She knows me so well, she’s studying me like I’m a damn textbook.
I nod to Rosa. “Let’s head on home.”
We push through the crowd, and I spot Sophie whispering in the pretty boy’s ear. He nods, looking worried. They walk toward an elevator and disappear.
The chilly breeze swirls through us, the fog moving in from the coast as we step out into the cold air. We make our way to the hotel garage, and I catch Sophie standing in the rideshare lane. Waiting for her ride, I assume. Hell, I can’t let her get into a rideshare when she’s had too much to drink, and she’s alone. I guess pretty boy left.
I look at Rosa. “Can you take Mom home? I’m going to give Mila’s friend a ride home.” I shove my hands into the pockets of my jacket.
Rosa leans in and whispers, “Is that the girl you were making out with?”
