“Really? Shit, what a waste.”
He lightly spanks my ass. “Don’t pretend like I didn't ruin you for good.”
“Ruin me?!”
“That’s right. You’ll think of me every time you try to come.”
I close my eyes, chewing the inside of my cheek. He’s probably right about that. “You give yourself too much credit.”
“No, I really don’t.” He breathes in the smell of my hair. “I’ll prove it in about ten minutes.”
“What’s in ten minutes?!”
“When I’m ready to fill you to the brim again.”
I roll around to face him, panic threatening. “Wait. Hold on. We’re going to do that again?”
He seems surprised. “Do you not want to? Because here I am, assuming I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk while we’ve got the chance.”
“No, I do want to, it’s just?—“
My ex used to finish, roll over, and fall asleep.
Liam’s smile is a mixture of understanding and amusement. “I am very far from done with you, love. If that’s not what you want, feel free to speak up. Otherwise—“ He leans forward and kisses my neck, one hand moving up to cup my breast. “I’m going to take my time.”
Oh, shit.
I know rationally that I should call it quits before something goes wrong.
That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life—maybe the best, period.
But if I stay here, what’s that mean?
Then again, Liam doesn’t seem like the kind of man who cares either way.
And in the morning, this version of Regan is dead.
So why not enjoy myself? Try something new? Give myself over to a gorgeous freak?
Well crap.
I twist onto my back and stretch, smiling as his eyes roam my body. I prop my head up on a hand and gaze at him.
“Alright… so what should we do for the next ten minutes?”
“I have thoughts.”
“Are they pure thoughts?”
“No, love. They are not.”
“I’m afraid I don’t want to hear them.”
He bends down touching me again, like he can’t help himself.
“Too bad. I find myself in a sharing mood.” His mouth moves closer, tipping toward my ear. “Now, let me explain exactly how I’m going to make you come this evening, and how you’re going to be a filthy girl for me…”
CHAPTER 4