Page 37 of Recklessly You
My heart speeds up at her close proximity. She’s all I think about—and it’s been a week since I last touched her. Goddamn, I’ve never wanted a girl more than once. I want Sophie day in and day out. She weakens me—she’s like a drug. The sweet scent of coconut and the taste of pure heaven in her body have me bending to my knees. I’ve had to turn off that switch more than once. I’m only going to take her body a couple of times more and end it, and then we can both move on. I’m sure our needs will come to an end and we will no longer crave one another.
“Sure, I’ll have some. I haven’t eaten since this morning.”
What the hell am I doing?Dammit, Liam, get your shit together.I’m about to tell her no thanks, say it’s better if I leave.
But she smiles and says, “Great.”
All chirpy and shit, she rumbles through her fridge, taking out a container and popping it into the microwave. She gracefully moves around the kitchen. Her blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail, but strands of it fall free to the sides. The way she holds herself is strong and powerful. She doesn’t see what I see. I can tell that much by how she covers her naked body and how she tries to keep from eating too much. Her confidence is in there, hidden in the shadows of her mind. I’ll work to get it out of her so she can see how powerful and gorgeous she is. Even though we’ve only shared a few encounters, I feel I know her better than anyone else.
I creep up behind her, my skin tingling with anticipation for the warmth of her body. My erection is thick and ready for her, a volcano ready to erupt. I plant kisses on her collarbone.
“Liam,” she says, breathlessly scooping the warm pasta from the container onto a plate and adding a warm breadstick to the side of the fettuccini.
“Hmm,” I say as I continue tasting her.
My tongue strokes up and down the nape of her neck. She tastes of coconut, a fruity taste that intoxicates me. Rubbing my erection on her ass, I let my hands move freely, cupping her breasts. Good thing I’m wearing sweats so she can feel my throbbing shaft. Her head falls back onto my shoulders, giving me more access to her delicate neck. The pulsing vein under my tongue solidifies how much I affect her.
“Liam, not now. You need to eat, and you’re hurt. After dinner, I’ll rub the cream on you,” she pants.
“I’d rather eat you,” I groan as the blood rushes to my cock.
Sophie spins around, her eyes wide with surprise, arousal blushing over her cheeks. She is so beautiful that it hurts to look at her. My mouth crashes onto hers, demanding more from her red lips than she can give. Our tongues tangle, sucking the oxygen from one another. Kissing this woman is heaven. I never thought I’d be addicted to kissing. It never felt right to kiss any of the girls I’ve been with. The soft warmth of her lips unmans me. I only want to explore them further.
She pants, pushing me away. “No, not now, Liam. When you’re better. Eat before it gets cold.”
“Baby,” I whine, my dick aching.
She looks at my enormous erection and licks her lips. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it. I groan, grabbing my plate and placing it on the table.
* * *
After I finish eating dinner,Sophie streams her favorite movie on Netflix,Dirty Dancing.Although I’ve only watchedDirty Dancingonce or twice, I’m a fan of Patrick Swayze inRoadhouse. I can watch that one movie over and over.
“Take off your shirt,” she shouts as she pops a bag of popcorn into the microwave.
“Damn, Sophie, if you wanted me naked, you should have said so. I would have gladly given you a striptease.” I smirk and peel off my shirt.
She gasps as she over-analyzes my torso and back. Sophie’s hands gently roam the maroon bruises, then her lips press against each one on my chest, sides, and back, and she runs her lips to my jaw. Just a small fraction of her warm lips on my skin sends me to an unknown dimension where it’s just us. But it just can’t happen. It feels too domestic, being here with her, having dinner at her table, popping popcorn, watching movies, and now her lips on me, soothing the pain away.
“Poor baby,” she murmurs. “Lie on the sofa so I can massage the cream on your back.” Her eyes are soft and sympathetic.
“I’d better go, Sophie. I shouldn’t be here. We didn’t sign up for this.” I gesture around the house.
She averts her gaze. “Oh, I see. We’re friends, aren’t we? Friends with benefits, right?” She crinkles her nose. “No harm in me trying to help you out.” She sighs. “Lie down. I’ll put some cream on you, then you can leave.”
I nod and do as she says.
Her thin, gentle fingertips work like little drills, probing and kneading deep-seated muscle tensions. She works her fingers into the knots of my neck, kneading and pressing with a gentle but firm touch. My eyes flutter closed as she works, the tension flowing away from my body with each breath. Her hands are cool from the cream but warming quickly, and she moves from my neck and shoulders to my back, kneading and pressing, feeling the tension flow out of me.
“Am I hurting you?” she asks softly.
“No, it feels good.” Too fucking good. My dick is rock-hard.
I ignore the nagging voices in my head about how this is something lovers do…the domestic side of a relationship. Not what I agreed to, but with her, for some unknown reason, I want to feel what it’s like before it all goes to shit. Because itwillgo to shit. Sophie and I can’t happen. I’ve never experienced a woman’s touch and kindness like this before. I guess I’ve never wanted it. Until now.
“All right, turn around, and let’s do your chest and abdomen.”
I turn, along with my dick, on the verge of springing free. Her gorgeous ocean-blue eyes, which hold me captive, roam my body down to my swollen shaft.
