Then, he reaches for my skirt. I lift my hips, letting him pull it down my legs. Then, he removes my top and bra.
He walks from the bedroom into his bathroom. I hear running water. He comes back with a cloth and cleans between my legs.
His tenderness makes my heart clutch.
“I didn’t use a condom,” he says softly as he cleans my thighs. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I touch a hand to his face. “I can’t get pregnant.”
“I’m clean,” he tells me. “My last checkup was four weeks ago. And you’re the only person I’ve slept with since then.”
“I’m clean, too,” I feel the need to tell him.
He finishes cleaning me up and then takes the cloth back to the bathroom. He comes back, and he just stands at the end of the bed, staring down at me.
“Do you want to talk about what just happened at the bar with Jeremy?”
I see his eyes close off to me. “No.”
“Are you sure? Because you were really upset, and—”
“Do you want to talk about your family?” he cuts me off. His voice is like a blade.
Tears instantly sting the backs of my eyes.
“No,” I say in a small voice, shaking my head.
His hands curl around my ankles, and he yanks me down the bed. “Neither of us wants to talk, and I know I sure as hell want to forget. Do you want to forget, Taylor?”
“Yes,” my voice whispers into the darkness.
“Then, let’s forget together.” He climbs up onto the bed over me, kneeing my legs apart. He grabs my hands and pins them to the bed above my head.
Without another word, he thrusts his cock deep inside me, and then he starts fucking me like it’s all he knows…like I’m all he needs.
And he spends the rest of the night buried deep inside me, making sure the only thing I remember…the only thing I know…is him.
I blink my heavy eyes open to the bright sunshine and the sound of Liam banging around in the kitchen.
I grab the alarm clock from his nightstand, checking the time. Ten thirty.
We didn’t get to sleep until late. Or early.
Liam had a lot of anger to fuck out, and I was more than willing to be his companion in his endeavor.
He was angry last night though.
But hot. God, was he hot.
I giggle at the thought of what we did in the taxi. And the elevator. And in his bed.
The stamina he has…it’s inspiring.
I stretch out my aching limbs. My muscles are deliciously sore from all the sex with Liam.
Then, my bladder tells me that it’s time to get up. I kick the covers back and head to the bathroom.
When I’m done in the bathroom, I pick up Liam’s shirt from last night off the floor and put it on. I’m sans panties, considering he wrecked them last night. I don’t actually know what happened to my panties. I have visions of them still on the floor of the elevator, riding up and down all night.
I walk into the kitchen. Liam is at the stove, wearing only boxer shorts, and I get the distinct whiff of bacon frying. It makes my tummy rumble.
“Hey,” I say, padding into the kitchen toward him.
“Morning.” He smiles at me from over his shoulder.
I reach him, putting my hand on his warm back, sliding my other one around his waist. He leans his mouth down to mine, softly kissing me.
“You should have a shirt on.” I pat his stomach, nodding at the frying bacon.
“I’m hard-core, Boston.” He grins. “You hungry? I made eggs and bacon.”
“I’m starving,” I tell him.
“Take a seat.” He nods at the breakfast bar, which is set up with plates and cups and a pot of coffee.
I sit down and pour us each coffee while Liam serves up the eggs and bacon. He sits down opposite me and picks his coffee up.
In the light of day, I notice a roof terrace through the full-glass panel in the kitchen. “You have a roof terrace?”
“Yeah. We can sit out there to eat if you want? It’s a warm day.”
“Heights are not my friend. I’m happy to just sit here, from the safety of being inside, and admire the view.”
Liam chuckles and puts some bacon in his mouth. “What are your plans for today?” he asks me as he chews his bacon.
“I’m not sure. I’m not really a planner. I’m more a fly-by-my-pants kind of girl.”
I put some scrambled eggs in my mouth. They’re really good. Guy can really cook.
“Good because I’ve got something arranged for you for this afternoon. If that’s okay?”
“Depends on what it is. You’re not going to make me strip naked and walk around London, are you?”
“No.” He laughs.
Smiling, I eat some bacon. “So, what are you taking me to do?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Okay,” I say, dubious. “But I’ve gotta say, I’m not a fan of surprises—you know, in case I don’t like it.”
He smiles. “You’ll like it. I promise.”
We eat the rest of our breakfast in amiable silence. When I’ve finished, I get up and take away my plate, and then I come back for Liam’s.