Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I still can’t believe that I took a man home from the bar last night. I slide my hand up his broad chest, loving every ridge. It’s nice to wake up with someone next to you. God, I don’t even know Liam, but I’m scared of what’s going to come next. He’s clearly not from here, and last night was so good I don’t want it to end. My heart aches at not getting to do this again with him. I try and push all those thoughts away and focus on living in the moment. I want to enjoy this slice of fun while it’s here.
Leaning over, I place a kiss on his chest before I slide out of bed.
My body is sore in the most wonderful way as I stretch. I stare down at my handsome stranger, hoping that he’s going to be here another night. I’m not ready for this to be over. Though it might be a very bad idea. I could fall even more for him and get my heart broken.
Picking up my clothes, I steal his shirt and slip it on. I sneak out and walk towards my room, but I don’t make it far before I run right into Peter. I feel my whole face heat and he just shakes his head at me.
“I got the front desk. Take your time,” he tells me as he tries to hide his smile.
When I get to my room I drop my clothes and lean against my closed door. I should feel more embarrassed about being caught doing the walk of shame, but all I can do is laugh. I can’t remember the last time I felt this excited about something.
Maybe I could make him breakfast in bed. That’s what people do, right? I jump in the shower and pause when I see the remnants of last night still coating my thighs. Streaks of blood and cum stain my skin, and I curse. How did I not even think about using protection? A baby is the last thing I can afford right now. Worse, Liam might be gone already.
He could have pretended to be asleep and then slipped out moments after I left his room. But he didn't seem the type. He was so sweet and possessive last night. I can’t see him ditching me, but what do I really know about this whole dating thing? My track record is pretty much zero.
I go about getting myself ready for the day. I know it’s going to be hot, so I put on a pair of jean shorts over my bikini bottoms and a tank top over my swimsuit. I pause when I realize I didn't go for my morning swim. I haven’t skipped it in forever. It completely slipped my mind for some reason. Damn. Liam has me all over the place, and while I might be off-balance, I think I like it. It’s different from the anxious nerves I’ve been feeling for the past few months with all my worries.
I brush my hair out knowing there’s no point to style it. I’ll end up in the water at some point today. When I’m done I grab my coconut sunblock and put it all over me.
“Where is she?” I hear someone yell as I open my bedroom door.
I start to hurry towards the front desk as I hear Liam making a scene. His deep voice instantly fills my body with need. I rush down the hall, and when I spot him he’s all worked up.
He has his hands braced on the desk and he’s shirtless. I almost forget what I’m doing for a moment as I just stand there and stare at him. Jesus, they sure don’t make men like him around here.
“I’ll leave her a message that you stopped by. She’s busy right now,” Peter tells Liam. His chest even puffs out a little and I have to fight a smile at the kid being protective of me. Even with Liam towering over him.
“I’m here,” I call out before anyone starts beating their chests.
Liam swings around to face me and he’s got a pissed-off look on his face.
“You just ran off like that?”
His words are filled with accusation, as if he has a claim to me or something. He’s acting like I should have told him where I was going. I’m not opposed to something of that nature, but as of this morning it was only a one-night stand. He could be leaving this afternoon for all I know. The thought makes my heart squeeze tight. There were no promises made between us. I might just be one in a long string of many.
He clears the distance between us, scooping me up in his arms, and I let out a small squeal.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting you back in my bed,” he grunts.