Page 38 of Recklessly You
She sighs. “You’re making this really hard, Casanova.”
I bite my lip, drinking her in. She’s stunning. She changed into black shorts and a white T-shirt. Her simplicity is alluring. She wears light makeup, enhancing her natural beauty. Her red lipstick makes her look divine.
“Then ride me, baby. I’ll take you for a wild ride.”
Her eyes flutter. I can see the pulsing of the vein on her neck. I love how I affect her as much as she affects me. She swallows hard. “Not happening. We need the cream to…penetrate really well.” She continues rubbing the cream, ignoring my bulge, giving me a bad case of blue balls. She clasps her hands. “Okay, all done. I’m going to wash my hands, grab my popcorn, and finish the movie. Let the cream soak into your skin, and if you want to leave, you can. Or you could just hang out.”
She moves toward the bathroom while I sink into the soft couch cushions, feeling relieved and tranquil. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such peace. Since the night my father was taken away from me and my nightmares started.
Sophie appears with a bowl of popcorn and cheese flavoring then takes her spot next to me. She carefully places my head on her lap. You would think we’ve known each other for years by how well we click together. This unnerving feeling is scaring the shit out of me. She mindlessly runs her hands through my hair.
Damn, this feels good. I close my eyes and enjoy the touch of her hands. A part of me wants to stay.
Tilting my head up, I glance at Sophie. With her other hand she pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth. Her eyes are focused on the movie. She chews and pops another one in her mouth.
Cute. Adorable.
Her eyes flutter when Patrick Swayze lifts Baby or whatever in the fuck her name is into the air. She sighs.
“You know, I’ve watched this movie a million times. It’s one of my mom’s favorite movies. When I was a kid, I would watch it with her. I would practice the dance moves and ask my brother to lift me up in the air.” She laughs.
“You have a brother?”
“Yeah, it’s just my brother and me. He’s older. He lives in London with his wife.” She’s still focused on the movie and running her fingers through my hair. “And you? Any siblings?”
I feel a sharp pang in my chest. “No,” I bite out, not meaning to.
“Oh,” is all she says.
I feel like an ass being snippy with her. “Sophie—”
She kisses my forehead. “It’s okay.”
I don’t know how she does it, but she understands without even knowing. I don’t think Dominic has mentioned my life story to her or Mila, and Mila keeps personal things private. If she knew about my childhood, she wouldn’t tell. They know it’smy storyto tell. Glancing up at her, I find myself drowning in her. Breathtaking. I wouldn’t mind getting lost in her, drowning in an abyss, as long as she was with me, bringing me into the light and the waves of her blue eyes. I watch as she licks one of her fingers, cheddar staining them from the popcorn. The light from the TV reflects off her face, lighting up the little brown freckles dotted across her cheeks.
Twenty-five.
I count twenty-five freckles, making her look flawless. She throws the palm of her hand over her chest when Patrick Swayze says, ‘No one puts Baby in a corner.’I hold in my laugh. She would get along with my abuelita and my mom. They’re suckers for anything romantic.
I wonder if she watched movies with her ex. Were they close? Does she still think of him and wish for him? Jealousy burns in my chest, so I reach for her chin to press a kiss there. She tastes salty and cheesy. I don’t mind at all. I want to feel her lips. Call me desperate, but I can’t help myself when it comes to her.
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her and bring her in to snuggle with me. Yeah, snuggling is a foreign word to me, but here I am, initiating it. She looks up at me with a goddess of a smile, snuggling in, her fingers gliding up and down my bare chest.
Slipping my fingers into her shorts, I feel the moisture between her legs. My naughty girl is not wearing underwear. I insert two fingers, and she tightens around them, causing her to buck her hips. She wants more; I’ll give her as many orgasms as she needs.
“Take off your shorts, baby, ride my face. I need to taste you. It’s been way too long. Fuck the chocolate fudge cake. I wantyouas dessert. Your pussy tastes sweeter. Tastes like heaven.” My voice is raw and demanding.
She blushes, and man, does my cock want to be set free. She stands, slipping her shorts off.
I groan, watching her undress. “Your shirt and bra, too. I want you naked when I taste you. I need to feel your body and memorize each curve, down to each freckle and mole.” My blood pumps rapidly with a need to touch, taste, and feel her.
She ignites a fire in me that only she can tame. In a hot second, she’s naked before me. No words can describe how beautiful she is bared to me like this. I can tell she feels uncomfortable.
“Sophie, you’re stunning, the most beautiful woman I have laid eyes on. You’re breathtaking.”
She shakes her head dismissively. “You’ve been with many women, Liam. I’m sure beautiful knockout women.”
I lift my hand up, cutting her off. I hate the wordmany. It makes me sick to my stomach to know I’ve bedded so many women, but not because I’m a manwhore or some shit like that. I have reasons, but now it feels wrong when Sophie saysmany.
