Page 18 of Looks Real Good Now
I shifted around and got back into a comfortable position as Liam pulled me in tighter. I almost made a joke about the fact that I could feel the soft outline of his dick against me but fell asleep before I could get the words out.
I woke up to the smell of sea salt and, for a moment, felt disorientated. Then I noticed that my head was resting on something solid and cotton. My fingers tangled in something soft, the steady pulse of a heartbeat in my ear.
I opened my eyes slowly, briefly expecting Kai to be the body underneath me. When I tipped my head up, I saw Liam. His eyes were looking down at his phone and the other arm was resting on the headboard. There was a sprawl of lilac and black ink peeking out of the bottom of his T-shirt, covering the underside of his bicep that I hadn’t noticed before. It looked a bit like the Stanley Cup. At some point in the last twelve years, he had started needing to wear glasses, and I hated the tug of desire that pulsed through at the sight of them.
My breath caught when his eyes flicked down and caught mine.
“Oh, you’re awake,” he said, sounding wide awake.
“What time is it?”
“Just after ten.”
So much for my body clock being dialled into five a.m. wake-up calls.
“How long have you been lying here?”
“I woke up a couple of hours ago. Didn’t want to wake you,” he replied as he locked his phone and put it on the bedside table.
“You’ve just been lying here for hours waiting for me to wake up?”
“It’s not like I had anything else to do, and it seemed like you might need the sleep. I was going to get out of bed when you moved off me, but you never did. How did you sleep?”
I did a quick body scan and found that I felt more rested thanI had in months. Maybe years.
“I slept really well.” I was rewarded with a big smile that made the edges of his eyes crinkle.
“Good. I’m gonna grab a shower now if that’s alright with you.”
I lifted off him and he climbed out of the bed. As I fell back onto his pillow, I took in the broad expanse of his back and the curve of his ass in his boxers. I felt my face flush at the fact that there had only been two flimsy layers of cotton between us when we were spooning.
It would have been so easy to slip things to the side and—
As Liam moved around the room, two questions came to mind. One, when was the last time I’d been even remotely this turned on? And two, where had I packed my ‘just in case’ vibrator?
The answer to the second question was probably the packing cube with all my underwear. The answer to the first was about three weeks before Kai and I broke up. Which meant it had been three months since I’d felt theneedto have any kind of sexual release.
Yet, less than a day in Liam’s presence had changed all that. One hug, pressing me against a firm body. Solid, competent hands cutting up some vegetables. Being engulfed in his warmth as he slotted in against me and held me while I fell into one of the best sleeps I’d had in a long time. A threadbare T-shirt against the planes of a broad back and boxers that teased along the lines of a truly God-tier ass. It was maybe even better than mine. Damn hockey players.
A collection of seemingly innocuous things that, whencombined, had me scrambling for my suitcase the moment my bedroom door clicked shut behind Liam.
By the time I found my vibrator, I had already wasted three minutes. I guessed that, at most, I had ten. Liam was not the kind of person who liked to stand under the hot water and ponder the meaning of life.
Luckily for me, I was so on edge that by the time I got back onto the bed and turned the vibrator on, settling it on my clit over my pyjama shorts, I could already tell that I would finish quickly.
It took less than a minute for me to find the bliss of relief and thirty seconds after I turned the vibrator off, Liam walked back into the room. I was pretty sure it wasn’t obvious what I had just done. My skin didn’t visibly blush, so that wouldn’t give me away, and the covers hid enough of me that he wouldn’t notice the muscles of my lower stomach and thighs still twitching as I recovered.
“You still skip breakfast?” Liam asked, and I sighed internally in relief that he hadn’t seemed to notice anything.
“Not in a substantial sense. I save that for lunch and dinner, but I eat in the morning,” I replied. No signs of breathiness or tells of desire in my voice either. Good.
“So, when you said you wanted breakfast in bed, what you meant was brunch?”
I forgot about that. That whole conversation felt like it took place a lifetime ago.
“Yeah, sure.” I wasn’t serious about it anyway. There was no way he was going to actually do it; the dare wasn’t real and so neitherwas the forfeit.
Liam shook his head at me with a smile on his face.
