Page 67 of Recklessly You
Me:I’m at a party, living it up.
I laugh to myself, watching my pregnant bestie pass out at our sleepover party. I spent three hours cleaning my house since I’m hardly here. I’ve been with Liam at his house.
Liam:Seriously? Doing what?
I snort, reading his text. Would it be bad if I teased him just to make him jealous?
Me:Been dancing the night away.
Liam:Who in the fuck are you dancing with? No man better lay his hands on you, Sophie!!
Jeez, he even adds exclamation marks. He’s so hot when he’s jealous, it makes my insides throb.
Me:Don’t worry. When he grinded his dick on my ass, I moved away from him.
Liam:Excuse me? Fuck, Sophie, get your ass home!! LIKE NOW!
Me:But it’s not over yet.
God, I’m being horrible.
Me:One more song, “Talk Dirty” by Jason Derulo, is pumping through the speakers. I have to dance to this one.
Liam:Are you testing me, Sophie? I’m going to spank your ass red for allowing them to get close to you…No one touches you but me. I thought I made that clear!!
Is it bad I that want him to spank my ass?Christ, Sophie, what’s getting into you?
Me:Joking, I’m here at my place.
I send him a picture of me in my room.
Me:See, I’m home.
Liam:Better be, and just for pissing me off, I need nudes—several of them.
Good, lord.
* * *
I came homea little early from work to cook Liam dinner. It has been five days since I’ve seen him, and I miss him. I’m so proud of him for telling me a piece of his past. What we have is so much more real since he’s let me in a little more. He just doesn’t see it—or maybe he doesn’twantto see it.
I open a bottle of wine and wait for him to arrive. As soon as he appears, my heart begins to race. Possibly due to the half-bottle of wine I’ve consumed, I’m warmed up so well that I’m eager to jump his bones. He walks in, and it’s like watching a supermodel walk through the door—everything happens in slow motion.
My heart races as he sashays across the room, his denim jeans perfectly contouring to the curves of his body. The t-shirt hugs the bulging muscles in his arms and shoulders, and a ball cap shades half his face. His sunglasses reflect the light streaming through the windows.
Then he tosses his sunglasses on the sofa and gently presses his hands around my neck, making me meet his tall frame. Without a single word, he kisses me, melding our lips together. I moan as our tongues dance, our heat seeping into each other. His kisses are deep, starved, and vicious. He lifts me up with one hand, wrapping my legs around his torso. My skirt rides up as he walks us to his bedroom, his mouth not leaving mine as he ravishes me.
Tossing me on the bed, he peels off his clothes, leaving a puddle of clothing, standing naked before me. Words will not come. Stars and lust fill my eyes. He still doesn’t say a word. However, his gunmetal eyes never withdraw from mine. With his thick finger, he hooks my thong, and slides it off. A satisfied smirk curves his hot lips, seeing me dripping wet for him.
Then he licks his finger and finally says, “Fuck, you’re wet, and you taste so good.” His voice is husky and raw. He strokes himself mindlessly, not realizing what it does to me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Excitement runs through my veins. He shoves his cock inside me with no warning. With his dick inside while he’s propped on his knees, peering into my soul.
“I’m going to fuck you raw for pissing me off, making me go crazy thinking another man was touching you.” He plunges in deep and hard while holding onto the bed frame.
I scream with his deep thrust. It hurts so good.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can barely see straight, Sophie, because I have no damn business missing the shit out of you. I have no business missing a woman.”
