Page 55 of Recklessly You
He smiles as if he can read my thoughts. “Morning, mi bella. How did you sleep?”
“Umm, good, good, and you?” My words stumble out of my mouth. Something shifted in the air last night. Liam seems different. I can’t grasp what it is, but something changed.
“I slept great.” He runs his fingers through his wet hair and drops the towel.
Good, lord.
My heart stutters, and my body heats, and I struggle to breathe. His ass is on full display. He shows it off with ease and confidence. “Take a warm bath, baby, and I’ll make us breakfast.” He opens a drawer to grab underwear.
“Sounds great,” I say to his toned, sculpted ass. So firm and not even a dimple there. He turns to face me, and whoa, if my heart was stuttering, now it’s palpitating. My eyes widen, and I clear my throat. “You should change in the bathroom.”
“Why in the hell should I change in the bathroom? It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself.” His lips twist arrogantly.
I flip over and groan into the pillow, then yelp when he flips me back over unexpectedly and lays a kiss on my lips. The blue silk sheets slide down, and his eyes darken with lust as he scans my profile.
Liam’s thumb swipes at my engorged nipple. “I would take you right now, but unfortunately, you’re sore, and I need you ready for me tonight. I have to go to work for a bit.”
I moan when his tongue circles around my nipple.
“And I don’t want you staying at your place for a while. I don’t want that fucker looking for you because, I swear, I’ll fuck him up. I would have done it last night if I hadn’t been in uniform.” His voice is laced with possessiveness.
His perfectly shaped eyebrows rise, challenging me. I could fight him over it. I know Eric won’t come back. Part of me wants to stay here with Liam and get to know him. He hardly shares anything with me about his life. I’m surprised I’m sitting in his bed. We’ve been messing around for a couple of weeks now. His possessiveness and jealousy make me want more, not just casual, but all of him. I know it’s too much to ask, and if I say anything to him, he’ll freak out and push me away. So I’ll settle for the little he gives me.
Cupping his cheeks, I lean in and peck his lips. “I’ll stay a couple of days if it makes you feel better. I don’t have work today, so if you don’t mind, I can hang around.”
“Of course, I don’t mind. I’m telling you to stay. We can get your car later tonight. There’s food in the fridge—not much because I’ve been at your house. And Duke’s probably—well, not probably. Hewillfollow you around. He seems to really like you.” He chuckles, lifting from the bed. He walks to the closet in his boxer briefs and points to the bathroom. “Bath, mi bella,my beautiful.”
I could get used to this.
CHAPTER 18
SOPHIE
Liam left thirty minutes ago, and I sit here thinking about an hour ago when I stepped out of the warm bath. I made my way to the kitchen where I found Liam cooking in jeans and a tank top that showed every bit of hard muscle. We ate breakfast together for the first time. Usually, he runs out the door from my place. He appeared to be more at ease, calm. I made some coffee, and we sat together as if we were a couple.
I asked why he wasn’t in uniform. He said it was just a meeting he needed to attend because he had a mission in Long Beach in a couple of days and needed to get all their information together. Then he kissed me and left. It was the most I’ve gotten out of him. Now I’m walking around the house, trying not to pry into his business. His home gives off a cozy feeling. It’s small but perfect. Roaming into his bedroom, I glance around. The thought of him having other women here bothers me. Come to think of it, I’m bothered more than when I found Eric with my ex-friend.
Duke trails behind me, wagging his tail in pure happiness. I kneel to pet him, scratching behind his white silky ears.
“Hey, big guy. You’re a cutie just like your owner, aren’t you?” He closes one eye in complete heaven. “Tell me, how many women has he had here?” He ignores me and lies on his back for a tummy rub. I scratch his tummy until he passes out, legs parted, paws up in the air. Well, he certainly is like his owner. I chuckle.
Opening one of his drawers, I look for, I don’t know what, maybe women’s underwear. In his sock drawer, I find a photo of him and his father. Liam looks just like him. He appears to be around four years old in the photo. Beside it, I find a ninja turtle—two of them. I’m in awe of how cute it must have been—his favorite toy as a kid. I still have my dolls and my bear-in skates in a box in the basement back home.
My phone rings, and I answer it.
“Hey there, sweet pea, how are things out there?”
I smile, hearing my mom’s familiar voice. “Good, Mom, things have been fantastic. I have exciting news. Mila is pregnant.” I can hear her gasp, then scream. I pull the phone from my ear.
“I’m so excited I get to be a grandma again!”
I chuckle.
My mom adores Mila and Dante. She’s claimed them as her own. “I love it. The house is going to be filled with grandbabies. All we need is you now.”
My mom’s comment startles me. “What do you mean me, and what about Alex? He’s way older, with no kids,” I retort.
“Hold on, let me call your brother on three-way.”
