Page 36 of Recklessly You
“It’s fine,” I say, holding back a wince of pain. “Just hurts a little.”
“What else hurts?” Sophie scans my body, and her eyes drop to my basket.
“My abdomen, shoulders, and back. Everywhere the fuckers kicked me. I’m good, baby. This shit will help relieve my knotted muscles.”
She nods, reaching for my small basket and throwing it in her shopping cart. I cock my head, but she ignores me.
“I just need to grab a couple of sweets and snacks for a movie night I have planned with my guy. You’re coming to my place so I can rub cream on your back and shoulders.” She throws the words over her shoulder while looking for some popcorn flavoring.
Guy! Who in the fuck isher guybecause it sure as hell is not me. Did she plan a movie night with someone else? Jealousy ripples through me like a scorching hot iron. No sign of guilt is written on her beautiful face. Nonchalantly, she throws butter, nacho cheese, and caramel flavoring into her basket. She moves along, pushing her cart, while I trail behind her, pissed enough to become a ticking time bomb.
In the bakery aisle, she grabs a pre-sliced container of cheesecake. She peers at me with those hypnotizing eyes. I know I should get my basket and leave. She has plans with another man. I’m not going to be her side bitch. It’s obvious she’s already taken what she wanted from me.
“What kind do you want? Cheesecake, chocolate double fudge, any of these?” She points at the rows of cakes.
I stand in front of her, my arms crossed over my chest. “Are you asking me?”
“Well, who else would I be talking to, Casanova?” Sophie rolls her eyes.
I grab a chocolate double fudge and place it in the basket. “Maybe the guy you have plans with.” I’m grinding my teeth.
She throws her head back and laughs. “Oh, you mean Patrick. Well, he won’t be having any dessert.”
I growl and look around, making sure no one is watching. Cupping her cheeks, I peer into her gorgeous face. “We had an agreement, Grenade. You want to see other shitheads, we’re done.”
“Oh, lord, you’re hot when you’re jealous.” She fans herself, then adds, “You got nothin’ on Patrick Swayze. No need to get so, jealous, big guy.” She snickers, grinning.
This woman knows how to get under my skin, making me look like a complete dumbass.
I lean in to whisper in her ear, “You’re going to pay for it, baby.”
Sophie’s eyes widen, her mouth opens slightly, and her lips become moist with anticipation. Lustful chemistry saturates the air around us; she likes it. She loves it, my naughty girl. God, what am I saying? She’s not mine. I shake my head.
“How?” she asks breathlessly.
“You’ll see.”
CHAPTER 12
LIAM
“Liam, get in my car,” she commands. “You’re not driving in your condition. You’re all fucked up.”
I lift an eyebrow at her. “Nah, I’m good to drive,” I drawl while lifting a grocery bag from the cart. I grunt as I lift an enormous bag of cat food—and she doesn’t even own a cat. She claims it’s for the strays.
“See? You’re in pain, Liam. Stop acting like a macho man.”
I snort. “Baby, I’m notactinglike a macho man. I am one.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Get in my damn car, Liam. I’m not taking ‘Nah, I’m good to drive’ for an answer.” She scowls at me, and it’s fucking hot.
My dick twitches.
We make it to her apartment. The last time I was here was when I called her to have rough, dirty sex. This is the third time I’ve been at her place. She gestures to the sofa for me to sit. The place looks empty now that Mila and Dante have moved in with Dominic.
“Have you had anything to eat? I made lots of pasta for lunch since it’s only me now,” she says sweetly.
