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Liam chuckled. “I should damn well think so.”
CHAPTER NINE
Curling up in bed with a man, and watching TV post-sex was an entirely new experience for Sophie. Her ex hated the whole concept of post-coital touching. The moment sex was over, Patrice was out of her bed and straight in the shower. After that he’d be dressed and headed for the stairs, car keys in hand with barely a ‘bonne nuit’ as he departed.
She would be left sitting semi-naked on her bed listening to his car revving at high speed. Then would come the all too familiar sound of stones scattering as Patrice’s super charged Peugeot hurtled down the chateau’s long driveway.
Tonight with Liam was so very different from her past disappointing experiences with men. After their amazing sex on the couch, he brought her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. He then proceeded to worship her with his teeth and tongue. By the time he’d finally shown her how to carefully slip a condom over his piercing, Sophie had been all but gagging for him to fuck her hard and fast.
But unlike the first time, Liam had been slow and thorough for their second entanglement. He’d let her experience just how mind blowing and amazing an orgasm that a man who had an Apadravya piercing could give a woman. Until now, she’d never understood the allure of cock piercing. After having had her G-spot so masterfully stroked, Sophie was a total convert.
Adding warmth to her thoroughly pleasured body, Liam had readily agreed to stay the night.
While she’d been busy brushing her hair in the bathroom, he’d dried off and got dressed. By the time she returned to the master bedroom, Liam had created a comfortable space on the bed, piled high with pillows. He’d opened a bottle of champagne, and poured them both a glass.
Sophie stood in the doorway for a moment quietly studying Liam.
He might well look like any other guy, relaxing on the bed in his soft casual clothes. But he’d shown her the sexy beast which lurked beneath the surface. She bit down on her bottom lip recalling the moment she’d broken through to the best orgasm of her life.
Oblivious to her thoughts, Liam was busy pressing the TV remote. Flicking through various channels. “I know it’s already well after midnight and Camille’s fashion show is on later today, but I thought we could watch something,” he said.
The leisurewear looked good on him. But she could admit to the loss of seeing his stunning array of tattoos. Her fingers itched to trace the intricate lines of the inkwork once more.
I’d love to ask him the story of each one.
They hadn’t known one another all that long, but Liam didn’t strike her as the sort of guy who would just go and get ink for the sake of it. Any tattoo would have to hold some special meaning for him. Have its own story.
She glanced at the television. Liam was still slowly clicking through shows. When the Great British Bake Off popped up on screen, Sophie exclaimed. “Oh, j'adore cette série!”
Cooking shows, especially baking ones, were her secret pleasure. There was nothing better than watching other people create wonders in the kitchen. She especially enjoyed the programs where the chefs were not professionals. She could relate to the need for having a private passion taken seriously by others.
“Did you really want to watch this?” he asked. Liam’s voice was flat. Almost pained.
Cooking wasn’t everyone’s joy. But Sophie sensed there was more to his reluctance than just a disinterest in the show.
I can watch this at home anytime.
She only had one night with this wonderful man, and she wasn’t going to mess it up on account of a TV show.
He let out a sigh. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a pain. My ex fiancée was a chef. We used to sit and watch this show. Pardon the pun, but I’ve kinda lost my appetite for cooking programs.”
Ah. That made sense. She couldn’t imagine having to relive those sorts of private moments with a stranger. Tonight might have been an intimate encounter, but it didn’t mean they were about to share the trauma of their past love lives with each other.
So Liam was once engaged. I wonder what happened.
“Well, what shows do you like to watch? I’m pretty much open to anything at this hour of the night,” replied Sophie.
He flicked through a few more channels. When Suits came on, Liam paused. She waited for him to continue clicking onto the next program. Instead he gave her a sheepish look. “Have you ever watched this show?”
A hearty laugh escaped her lips. “Liam Collins, don’t tell me you’re a Harvey Spector fan!”
He climbed off the bed and took a hold of her, wrapping his arm about her waist. When Liam placed a kiss on the nape of her neck, Sophie groaned. She could get used to being held this way. To knowing that the man she was with could let his guard down and simply enjoy himself.
“Harvey is a legend. Though I’m more interested in the vinyl record collection he has in his office. Not to mention the special edition basketballs he has on the window ledge,” said Liam.
Turning in his embrace, Sophie rested her hand over Liam’s heart. “Lucky for us I have a thing for a man in a well cut suit. And I suppose since it is set in New York City, it’s the perfect show for us to watch tonight.”
Liam screwed up his face. “Actually it was mostly filmed in Canada. Just don’t tell the rest of the folks here in NYC,” he replied.
