Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
My body ached in the most delicious way as I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.
“Jesus,” I whispered as I slipped my hand between my legs. My vagina had been thoroughly fucked. When Liam woke me up earlier with his cock pushing into me, I murmured, “Yes, please.” He pulled out another amazing orgasm, and I was sure the poor people on either side of us got no sleep last night. Not with all the screwing in this room.
The smell of bacon quickly had me sitting up. Liam must have ordered room service. I swung my feet over the bed and reached for my robe, heading to the living area of my suite.
“The last time I checked, you weren’t my mother, Nancy,” Liam muttered into his phone while he stood and looked out the window.
I frowned. Ugh. The ex.
“Yeah, well, I just spent an amazing evening fucking, and I wasn’t about to stop what I was doing because you needed me.”
Lifting my brows, I let his words sink in. So, they either had an open relationship, or they really were just roommates. Still, I didn’t like him talking about our night like that. Maybe it was because I felt like a total whore for letting a man I hardly knew screw my brains out.
Or maybe it was because his words made me feel that way.
When he turned and saw me, I sensed regret in his eyes.
He mouthed I’m sorry, and I shrugged. Snagging a piece of bacon, I flopped onto the couch and reached for the remote along with my phone. Clicking on the TV, I searched for HGTV.
“I’ll fix it when I get home,” he said. “I’ve got to go.”
Liam sat down next me and sighed.
“Do you always talk on the phone naked?”
He laughed. “No. Not always.”
I knew he was probably waiting for me to ask him about Nancy, but I honestly didn’t care. It wasn’t like Liam and I were dating. We’d hooked up and had an amazing night. He didn’t owe me anything.
“What are your plans for today?” I asked as I finished the bacon, still searching for a damn TV show I wanted to watch.
“I was kind of hoping we could spend the day together.”
I stared at him. After a few seconds, I responded with, “Um, you want to hang out?”
Liam laughed. “Well, did you really think I was going to fuck you all night and leave in the morning?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, kind of. Isn’t that what guys do?”
He lifted his hand and pushed my hair behind my ear. “Not all guys, love.”
I smiled. This was kind of nice. Too bad he lived in New York and I lived in Texas. We might actually have a good time dating.
“Okay, well, I need to see what my sister is doing,” I said.
“Let’s all do something together.” Liam suggested.
Grinning bigger, I jumped onto my knees. “That sounds amazing! Like what?”
“How about take a drive out of the city. I know this great little restaurant that a friend of mine opened about a year ago in Highland. Do you like Italian?”
“Like it? I freaking love it!”
Liam pulled me to him and pushed my robe open. Pressing against his warm dick instantly turned me on.
“I was going to suggest calling Waylynn right now, but I’m thinking that can wait.”
With a sexier-than-hell smile, Liam cupped my breasts and chuckled. “I agree.”
After a serious make-out session on the couch, we were in my bed and he was making love to me. It was so different from the night before, and a part of me wanted that crazed man who couldn’t keep his hands off me. This felt too intimate, and I couldn’t figure out why I wanted him to stop. Closing my eyes, I let Liam work in and out of me slowly until I couldn’t take it anymore. Wrapping my legs around him, I dug my nails into his back.
“Fuck me, Liam. Hard and fast.”
With a smirk, he did exactly what I asked for.
“Oh, my goodness. This is the cutest town. How have I never been here?” Waylynn asked as we walked along the shoreline to Liam’s favorite restaurant.
Liam held my hand as we approached Marco’s. My mouth was watering from the idea of food. After last night’s sexcapade and this morning’s sequel, I was starving.
Opening the door for us, Liam said, “Here we go. Best Italian restaurant on the east coast.”
I loved his Australian accent. A few times he had dropped a word that I didn’t recognize at all, but it didn’t matter. He was fun to be around, and I could tell Waylynn thought so too.
Walking through the door, we were greeted by a warm voice. “Liam! When I got your text, I was over the moon!” an older gentleman said. Waylynn and I glanced at each other and grinned. I’d had it in my mind the owner was going to be young and Italian.