Page 40 of Recklessly You
“Come for me, baby,” he says in a raspy voice.
Within seconds, we both come together, and it’s earth-shattering. Waves of pleasure crash over our bodies like a tsunami hitting the shore. His lips seek out my breasts, taking each one in his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he says in the sexiest voice.
There’s something in his tone that I can’t piece together. He lays his head on my chest, and our bodies glisten with sweat under the light coming in through the bedroom window. My heart melts when he looks at me, his hooded eyes filled with lust.
Exhaustion washes over me. I’m about to crash, and he looks like he’s falling asleep too. Will it be too much for him, sleeping with me?
“Hey,” I say, my voice drowsy. “You can sleep in Mila’s old room if you want. I know you—”
“Later.” He wraps me in his arms and falls asleep in what must be record time.
Despite my exhaustion, I don’t fall asleep, and soon it’s three in the morning and I’m watching his chest rise and fall. Liam’s body is machine-like, with solid muscles and soft skin. His tan, olive skin glistens in the moonlight coming in through the window. He’s beautiful.
Would staying enveloped in this love haze in my bedroom be virtuous? Love. It’s such a strong word, but I used it several times with Eric. A word not meant for him, though—a word he didn’t deserve to hear from me. He never made me feel beautiful, worshiped, or worthy of love, inside and out. Eric always sucked the life out of me, confidence, and all.
It only took being with Liam twice to see it. How ironic that this man can make me feel things in such a short amount of time. Is it possible to fall for Liam have fallen this soon? From the beginning, I knew I sought him out at my and Mila’s studio, the chemistry wrapping around us like a soft blanket. How he played with my body like a string on a guitar was…mind-blowing. No man has ever made me feel this way. Ever. He’s ruined me completely. No man can take me to the height of ecstasy like Liam can.
I lie back in bed, trying to fall asleep without ruminating too much about Liam and me. When I’m about to close my eyes, Liam tosses and turns. His breathing suddenly upticks, and he mumbles something that sounds like, “No, no.” Liam has nightmares.
Under all his hard exterior lies a broken man. I saw it in his eyes—under all the lust is pain. I noticed this when I mentioned his family, particularly his father, and asked if he had siblings. Something happened. I understand things are temporary for us, but I don’t want to be a BandAid, to be the one to fix him like a broken doll. I want to be the onewho brings him up for air, who brings him back to life.
Kissing the bruises on his soft chin, I wrap my arms around him and soothe him. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” I say until his breathing calms down.
He tightens his hold on me, still in a deep sleep. I lie on his chest and fall asleep.
* * *
Listeningto Mila and Daliah talk about sex has me reminiscing about two nights ago with Liam. Two nights since I last saw him. That following day, I woke up to him in between my legs. I’ll admit it was the best way to wake up. I made us coffee and offered breakfast, but he refused. He said he needed to stop at his mom’s house to work on something. I drove him to his car, and he texted last night, asking how I was doing.
“Hello,” Daliah calls out, snapping her fingers. “We’ve been talking to you.” I’ve been staring for the last couple of minutes at a sheet of models we have to shoot.
“She’s been in a haze lately. I think it’s about some guy she’s seeing,” Mila says with a raised eyebrow. She studies me like a book.
I clear my throat. “So, what is it you were talking about?”
“We were talking about where we’ve had sex in public,” Daliah declares with a cheesy grin. “Mila said she’s had sex in a couple of places, and I was telling her the craziest place I had sex was in the restroom at a football game.”
I frown, cross my arms over my chest, and lean back in my seat. Thinking. All those years with Eric, and we only had sex at his place or mine. When I was seeing Ryder, it was the same—at his place.
“Nope, I can’t say I’ve had sex in a public place. Eric was never that adventurous,” I say, feeling annoyed.
Eric has not stopped calling. He has even called using different numbers. Mila jumps out of her chair and runs to the restroom with her hand covering her mouth. I trail right behind her. Pulling her hair up, I soothe her back while she pukes.
“Do you think you have the stomach flu, or are you pregnant?” I ask, feeling concerned.
Her face is a little pale. Mila has cream porcelain skin like mine. Only her raven black hair makes her stand out. She rinses her mouth, and her green eyes widen.
“I-I don’t think I’m pregnant. I mean, I could be. So much has happened in the last few months. I lost track of my period.” Mila looks at her reflection in the mirror.
“Go home and get some rest. I’ll take care of the hottie swimsuit models,” I drawl, wagging my eyebrows.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll love that.” She snickers.
* * *
Closing my eyes,I inhale the crisp air and the saltiness of the ocean breeze, feeling the sun’s warm rays on my face. There isn’t a cloud in sight. It’s a perfect day in San Diego. Kicking off my sandals, I savor the cool sensation of sand between my toes before withdrawing my equipment from my bag.
