Page 11 of Recklessly You
When I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn. He’s so tall and so close, the bulge of his dick is at eye level. Slowly, I look up at his narrow waist then his broad, wide shoulders and muscular forearms. He’s massive. His eyes look murderous.
“Hey—” I squeak. Yes, I squeak like a mouse. I’ve never squeaked before.
Pathetic, Sophie.
“Is everything okay, officer?” Milo asks. He gulps frantically.
Liam doesn’t glance at him. His eyes are still on mine. “I need to speak to Ms. Summers…outside,” he says in a clipped husky tone.
I stand up. Maybe this is about the break-in we had a few weeks ago at the studio. He places his hand on the small of my back, sending tingles down my spine. No, a massive electric shock. I think I just squirted in my panties. He guides us outside. The chill of the cold air nips at my skin, causing goosebumps. I’m pretty sure it’s actually the Greek god standing next to me that’s brought them on rather than the crisp air. Liam stands close to the brick wall, his stance powerful and inviting. His broad shoulders beg to be touched, and I have to consciously stop myself from resisting the urge. His free hand slowly drifts up to stroke his stubbly jawline.
What would it feel like if it brushed across my cheek? Liam’s lips are full and inviting, yet the intensity in his gaze roots me to my spot. He seems to possess an invisible force that holds me captive, and I have to remind myself I will not be one of those women who succumbs to his charm.
But holy mother of hotness. The power that radiates through him is alluring.
“What can I do for you, Officer? Is this about the break-in?” My words come out as a demand. My lips pucker in a sneer. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I almost allow my eyes to flutter involuntarily, but instead, I harden my stare, meeting his gaze with a challenge. The usually hidden flecks of brown in his steel-gray eyes appear as he sizes me up.
“No,” he growls.
A single word is enough to make me shiver, but I’m determined not to show it. Hell, I can be intimidating too. I take a step forward and give him the coldest glare I can muster, resting one fist on my hip.
“Then what can I do for you? You interrupted my lunch.” My heart thuds against my ribcage, and my hands tremble, sweat dripping from my palms like raindrops. When my phone slips from its grasp, his reflexes are quicker than mine, and he scoops it up, pressing buttons without warning.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I hiss through gritted teeth.
“Getting your number just in case I need to reach you if we need any more info on the break-in.”
His phone vibrates in his pocket, and without breaking our gaze, he slides it out and checks something on the screen. His pink tongue swipes at his lips. Oh, how would that tongue feel dipped into my mouth? I clear my throat. It’s getting a little too dry…
He continues looking at my phone. I reach to grab it, but he looks right at me with a pissed off glare. “Speed Date…Sophie…really?”
What theactualfuck. He’s getting all up in my business like he’s my lover and I’m cheating on him.
I grab the phone. “It’s not any of your business, Liam!” My skin goes hot with embarrassment.
“It’s dangerous, and you don’t even know Milo.”
The audacity of this man, to make it his business to click on the dating app and scan Milo’s profile.
I make fists with my hands. “Well, Officer Rodriguez, that’s what I was doing—getting to know him.”
His brows furrow. He exhales. “Not anymore.” His voice is full of haughty disdain.
My eyes widen. He has some balls. And they’re probably quite large. Oh, God, stop it, Sophie.
“It’s dangerous,” he says again.
I feel the cold November air brushing past us, and my nipples tighten in response. I cross my arms to hug the warmth back into my body, but his gunmetal eyes are already roving over my chest, and his smirk tells me he noticed.
“Look, Officer,” I say, tearing my gaze away from him and gesturing to the wall behind him, “you’re telling me it’s dangerous for me to meet up with a complete stranger but potentially less dangerous for you to take a strange woman home for the night? I’d say something about sexually transmitted infections, but it looks like you already know the risk quite well.”
Oh, God, and how do I know Liam is a one-night stander? Because Mila told me, of course.
His smirk widens as he lets out a throaty chuckle, and his husky voice drops to a lower register. “Concerned about my sex life?”
My heart quickens at the way he drags out thesssof sex, and my eyes snap back up to his. His long eyelashes flutter slightly against his cheeks as he stares back at me with a knowing glint in his gaze. He hasn’t moved from against the wall yet. His palms still press flat against the brick behind him. I want nothing more than to step closer, bury myself in the warmth of his neck, and breathe in his scent.
“Not at all. It seems you’re concerned aboutmydating life.”
