Page 93 of Recklessly You
CHAPTER 33
SOPHIE
My knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel as I fly down the highway. How dare he show up like a Greek god, the sun glinting off his golden olive skin. His tank top outlined each perfectly sculpted muscle, clinging to his toned body. Every time he flexed, his biceps seemed to ripple with power. Oh, let’s not forget his sunglasses. My arousal quickly fades into anger. I turn on the radio at full blast, needing something, anything, to distract me fromhim. “Muscle Memory” by Kelsea Ballerini plays. Oh, goodie. How damn fitting.
Finally pulling up to my apartment, I grab my handbag and make my way to the door.
“Christ, woman, you drive like the devil is chasing after you.”
I jump, startled, and my hand goes to my chest.
Liam slams his car door and strides toward me. His car is almost sideways in my driveway, like he pulled in too fast, without a single care except catching me.
“It seems like the devil is chasing me. Again,” I grumble, fishing for my keys. “What are you doing here?”
“Can we talk, please, Sophie?” His voice is faintly pleading.
What could he possibly want to say?
“Fine,” I say through gritted teeth, opening the door.
He trails in behind me, shutting us in together. He swallows and runs his fingers through his silky hair. I’ve never seen him this nervous.
“Can I take you to my place? I’d like to show you something, then we can talk. I just need ten, maybe fifteen minutes of your time.”
Show me what? Maybe he wants to give me the stuff I left behind since he’s moving to LA.
“Okay, I’ll follow you.”
“No, I’ll drive.”
I give him a haughty stare and nod. I’m not in the mood to argue; surprisingly, I’ll just call for a rideshare to bring me back home. I know this is a bad idea. His proximity is dangerous.
“I need to change,” I say, making my way up the stairs since I’m still in my bikini.
“Yeah, you do, baby. You wouldn’t want my hand to slip into your pussy.”
I turn to narrow my eyes at him. “I’d knee you in the balls.”
“I’d let you if you would massage them after.” The asshole smirks and winks.
I shiver, imagining his large, muscular hands caressing me.Stop it, Sophie.
“Watch it, Casanova, before I throw your ass out.”
His smirk dissolves. He hates being called Casanova. Fucker.
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A fifteen-minute driveseems like a century when you’re sitting in the car with a man who makes you feel like a crumb he flicked off his shirt. And I’m starting to regret it.Dammit, Sophie, you just told the man you would not let anyone walk all over you, and here you are in his car. Pathetic!I can’t help it. I side-eye him. He’s grown a short stubbly beard, and it makes him look hotter.
Stop it, Sophie, he’s disgusting.I roll my eyes. Of course, he’s not. I missed him, and that’s making me weak. I can’t let him claw me in to toss me out. I’ll collect my stuff and leave.
We finally make it to his place after the long drive, sitting in silence. The first thing I notice is the garden bed of poppies in different shades of red, pink, yellow, white, and purple. It looks beautiful.
“You like?” Liam asks.
I nod. “It’s beautiful.”
