Page 98 of Recklessly You
Cupping her cheeks, I pull her in for a kiss. Her red lips press against mine, and her kisses are as intoxicating as the finest wine. My hands roam under her dress, grabbing a handful of her ass. She ends the kiss, pulling away and swatting my hand.
A growl vibrates from my chest with disapproval.
“I can feel someone watching,” she says.
I glance over at Inez’s house, and sure enough, the woman is there. I see the curtains move.
“It’s just Inez. Don’t mind her. She’s my new security system.”
Sophie laughs and walks to my garden of poppies.
“These are beautiful. When did you start gardening?”
Taking her hand in mine, I walk her to the truck. “Turns out gardening is great for stress and anger management. You can relieve a load of pent-up frustration by stabbing the dirt.” I open the passenger door, and she slides in.
“Good to know. Next time you piss me off, I’ll plant a vegetable garden.”
“Funny, Ms. Sassy-Pants.”
We pull up to the old ranch. The ATV is waiting for me, parked by the horse stalls. I called Jimmy and asked if I could borrow it. I figured it would be a pain to carry our shit on Monkey. I grab the small cooler and blankets.
“So, this is the surprise.” She smiles. Sophie has always been easy to please.
“Part of it,” I say, tossing the stuff in the back rack and strapping it down. I jump onto the ATV, and she jumps on behind me. Her arms wrap around my chest, and her tits press on my back. My dick stands at attention with the heat of her body.
When we get to the lake, I lay out the blanket. It’s just as quiet and peaceful as the last time I brought her here. I acted like an ass. I want to make it up to her.
Sudden nerves rocket through my body. I hope I’m doing this right.
“It’s beautiful here, Liam. You should have told me we were coming back. I would have changed.”
“Nah, I wanted easy access, and you’re going to be naked most of the time.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Uh-huh. We’re going skinny dipping.”
Her eyes widen.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Hell, no. What if something crawls up my ass?”
“Baby, the only thing crawling up your ass is my dick.”
She huffs, and the corner of her lips twitch.
Digging into the bag, I take out the bagel sandwich I ordered, similar to what she likes in New York. “I’m not sure if it’s the same, but I heard good reviews. They say it’s the best bagel you can get outside of New York.”
“Thank you. I bet it is.”
“Are you happy to be back?” I take a bite of my sandwich—it’s not bad.
“Honestly, I wanted to come home. You’re my home.”
“And you’re mine.”
If the guys saw me now, they would laugh and call me a pussy. Well, not Dominic. He would laugh and say, “I told you so.” I would make fun of him with Mila, and he said one day it will be you pulling out the romantic charm. And here I am, trying to impress this woman of mine. I take out my phone and turn on some jazz music. That day at the bar seems like a lifetime ago—when she mentioned she missed going to jazz clubs and concerts.
