Page 31 of Recklessly You
His big hands cup my breasts, taking each one. When Liam said that once I had his cock, I would never want another…oh, boy, was he right. I meet his driving rhythm beat for beat. The heat of his body seeps into my pores and into my bloodstream.
“You feel so damn good, Sophie. So tight.”
I gasp when he pulls out, leaving only the crown of his tip before he plunges in all the way. His mouth covers my screams as my body radiates with each deep thrust.
“Look at me, bella, I want to watch you come for me. I want you to feel how my dick swells inside your tight pussy, how it fills you in.”
Oh, fuck.
He presses harder, more profound, and my entire body vibrates in response. The sheer power and intensity of pleasure we feel sends us into a trembling, blissful state of euphoria. It’s like the moon and the stars have come together in this moment. But there is no together, not beyond the physical. I can’t help feeling like more than our bodies are connected now, though. Damn. I’ll be in a lot of trouble if I allow myself to continue thinking that, to become emotionally attached to Liam.
We lay in a pool of sweat, panting, still reeling from our euphoria. As the high begins to wear off, he rolls over to look at me. God, he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen or been within in the dreamiest way.
He clears his throat. “Damn, this was the best sex of my life.”
I snort. “Yeah, right! I doubt it. You probably don’t remember. You’ve lost count.”
He leans his elbow on the bed, holding himself up. His gaze sweeps down my naked body. “Those women…I don’t remember their names. I’ve never slept with the same woman twice. But I’ll remember your name. And believe me, this is something worth remembering.”
My heart does this funny thing, and oh, he can’t say things like that. I swallow the ball of nerves. “It was the best sex of my life, too.” My voice is a mere whisper as our eyes lock briefly before he tears them away.
He brushes his hair with his fingers, and an awkward silence envelops us. He reaches for his shorts. My eyes stay hypnotized on his bare ass, hard, firm, and muscular, as he shims his shorts on.
He looks at me over his shoulder. “I should go. I’m sure you have work today.”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Let’s keep this between us. You know the way Mila and Dom get.”
I reach for a throw blanket to cover myself. A repressed laugh escapes my lips. “Oh, I know. They would think we’re an item, and we know that’s not happening.”
He gives me a curt nod. “Yeah.” He swallows nervously as he walks to the door. The deep frown on his handsome face is etched with confusion. He scratches the back of his neck absentmindedly before turning back to me. “Umm, so I guess if we get the urge, then…um, we call—”
“Yeah, I’ll call you. Or you call me.” I bite my lip. This is sooooo awkward. It feels like a booty call. We clearly don’t know how to go about it. As awkward as it is, it changes everything for me, for us. I want Liam and not in a casual way anymore because damn now I wish he was my lover. Although I know it can’t happen—it’s not what he wants. I have to keep myself from catching feelings for him.
* * *
I’m tossingmy purse on my desk and reaching for my appointment book when Mila rushes in.
“Good morning!” she singsongs, throwing her hands up in the air.
My gaze bounces back and forth between the hickeys on her neck. “Aren’t you chirpy this morning? Could it be the marks on your neck?”
She digs into her purse, pulling out a mirror. She growls, dabbing foundation on the bruises. “I swear, Dominic is such a caveman. And you know I can say the same thing about you. You’re glowing and have a heaping number of hickeys on your neck.”
My eyes widen, and I reach for the mirror in her hand. Oh, God, it’s like a necklace of hickeys. He mauled me like a savage beast. I hadn’t noticed. After he left, I laid in bed, wanting him to come back for another round of sinful sex. There’s no coming back from this. It wasamazing.Once or twice would never be enough. His ivory and spice aroma lingered in the air and seeped into my flesh. His body was a work of art.
“So, you had a hell of a night, morning, or something, huh? You’re on cloud nine. Was it that good?” Mila asks.
“So good.”
“Amazing. You needed it. Anyway, our morning appointments canceled. Let’s go to Bath and Body Works for their semi-annual sale. On our way, you can tell me all about him.”
“Bath and Body Works for what?”
She smacks some lip gloss on her lips. “Candles and body creams. Candles always set the mood, and Dominic sniffs me when I wear my cherry lotion.”
Oh, that spikes my interest. “It sets the mood?” Should I be setting the mood for Liam and me, though?
