Only a Millionaire (The Sinclairs #6.5)(13)

When he pushed his hand between us and stroked over my clit, I imploded.

The muscles inside me spasmed violently around his cock, and I heard him groan. “Brooke. You feel so perfect, baby.”

He thrust himself inside me one more time as I milked his cock to release.

I had no idea how long we clung to each other, our sweaty bodies wrapped up until I didn’t know where I ended and Liam started. My racing heart slowed eventually, and we both caught our breath over an unknown period of time.

I was laid bare in front of Liam, and I didn’t care. Every emotion was thrown in front of him, but I felt safe in his possessive hold.

“We have to move eventually,” I said breathlessly.

He reluctantly started to step back.

I involuntarily tightened my legs around him. “Don’t leave,” I said, feeling vulnerable again.

He gently lowered my legs, and then scooped me up from the counter. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’m here,” he said in a husky voice.

I rested my head on his chest, relieved that he wasn’t pulling us apart.

“Good,” I answered in a loud whisper. It was a foreign tone, one that I’d never heard leave my lips before.

“Are you okay?” he asked hesitantly.

He sounded unsure, and it melted my heart that one moment he could be a conquering alpha male, and then within moments, he was the concerned lover.

It was kind of an impossible combination not to adore.

I smiled up at him. “Never been better.”

A slow grin spread over his face, and my heart skittered when I saw the sexy mischief in his eyes. “Shower?” he asked.

Our eyes locked, and I was breathless all over again. Liam was obviously insatiable, but I knew I was going to be able to keep up with him.

We’d had almost a year to get to this point, and one taste of him was never going to be enough. “Yes, please,” I replied.

I know we were both stinky, and a shower sounded like heaven.

He carried me into the bathroom, and I learned just how naughty a little water could be before he took me to bed.

I lost track of how many times we’d woken each other up, our bodies craving more of the ecstasy that we’d discovered together.

I felt Liam with me all night long.

Unfortunately, when I woke up to the morning light, he was gone.





CHAPTER 7

LIAM



“You look like shit. I think you need to get more sleep.”

I eyed Xander Sinclair and shot him an ornery look. Maybe I did look like hell from lack of sleep the night before, but I certainly didn’t want it pointed out to me.

I was already irritable.

Ignoring his observation, I took a slug of my morning coffee, hoping it would help.

Xander had become a morning person, so I was seeing him more and more at breakfast time. And today was no exception. He’d dropped in while I was brewing coffee, and a few mugs later, he still hadn’t left.

Leaving Brooke right before daylight had been the hardest damn thing I’d ever done. My instinct was to never let her go, but I knew everything would be different in the light of day, and I needed to decide on an action plan.

“Earth to Liam. Come back to the planet, please,” Xander said with a smirk.

I think I might have liked Xander better when he was miserable. He’d been too damn happy since he’d hooked up with his wife, Samantha.

Finally, I answered, “I didn’t get much sleep last night, but that’s not unusual for me.”

Xander shook his head. “Bullshit. You’ve been looking pretty much the same way since a certain waitress started working for you. You just look worse than usual today.”

He was right. All I could think about was Brooke, and the fact that she had a man in her life. But I wasn’t about to tell that to the cocky bastard across the table from me. “She’s leaving,” I informed him.

He gave me a knowing look. “So that’s what’s keeping you awake at night. What are you going to do?”

“What can I do? Her boyfriend hasn’t gone away, and she has a ton of family in California.”

“Then you have to make her want to stay, dude,” he advised. “Take her to bed and convince her she’d be better off in Amesport.”

“I did,” I said irritably. “It didn’t change anything.”

Having sex—fucking amazing sex—had done nothing except screw with my head. Yeah, I’d gotten off. Several times. Rather than helping, it had only made me want more. One night with Brooke had been even better than I’d fantasized, but now I was haunted by the fact that she was going home to somebody else.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do now, and I wasn’t positive how Brooke would react in the light of day. I’d snuck out of her house like a coward this morning, afraid I wouldn’t see the same desire in her eyes.

She was bound to feel guilty for screwing another guy. I knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t take that shit lightly. I sure as hell didn’t.

“What happened?” Xander looked confused.

I wasn’t going to discuss my sex life with Xander. “Nothing. We had sex. End of story.”

Xander eyed me suspiciously. “I think it changed everything. She’s not just a fantasy anymore.”