Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 116132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
"But—" I couldn't even process all of my protests into one coherent list. I was too young, I had to live in the house with the other rookies, I would miss Becca, my parents would flip, and our relationship was still so fresh. Any of those were valid reasons, but I knew they wouldn't be good enough for Liam, and to be honest, a part of me, a very big part of me, thought they weren’t good enough for me either.
"Can I think about it?" I asked with a gentle tone.
His gaze scanned over me, memorizing the planes of my features. "Of course. It's a big decision."
"And you're 100% sure about asking me? You won't regret it in the morning?"
The edge of his mouth tipped skyward and he shook his head. "No, so you can't use that as an excuse.
I smiled and then took another bite of spaghetti, hoping to pause the conversation until my head wasn't aching.
We finished the rest of our dinner and he cleaned up quickly while I went to lie down in bed. I loved Liam's bed. It was oversized in everyway, with too many pillows and light airy blankets that layered on top of one another. I felt tiny when I climbed inside of it and most of the time I never wanted to leave.
A few minutes later he came in carrying two Ibuprofen and a cup of water for me.
"Here, take these before you sleep or you'll wake up feeling terrible," he said, handing me the pills.
"And it's okay if I go to sleep?" I asked, fearful of the fact that I could still have a concussion.
Liam nodded and brushed my hair back from my face. "The doctor said you could sleep normally."
I swallowed the pills as Liam crossed the room to change into his pajamas. He pulled his shirt overhead and tossed it into the dirty clothes hamper, and for a moment I could hardly breathe. It was a sight that I'd never get used to: tan skin covering contoured muscles fit for a professional athlete. I loved each ridge and didn't even bother turning away when he spun around and found me staring.
"You're supposed to be sleeping," he joked, dropping his jeans and tossing them aside so he could put his sleeping pants on. My eyes scanned down the front of him, drinking in the sight of him and trying to quell my raging hormones. I was tired and injured, you'd think that would be enough of a turnoff, but unfortunately nothing could turn me off about Liam.
"You're making it impossible to sleep," I said with a cheeky smile. I sat atop the blankets with my long legs crossed at the ankle. My sleeping shirt barely hit the tops of my tan thighs and Liam's gaze dragged down them, then back up to me.
He slowly walked toward the bed, forgetting his sleeping pants all together. I could already see his erection growing thick beneath his briefs and I licked my lips in anticipation of the next few minutes.
"How are you feeling?" Liam asked, glancing up at me with a mischievous air.
"Good," I replied. It would have taken a gunshot wound to take me out of the game at that point.
"And your feet? How do they feel?" he asked, stroking his fingers and palms beneath my feet and massaging my soles gently. I was slightly ticklish, but he didn't linger long enough to make me laugh. Once I nodded, he moved onto my legs.
"And your calves? Are they okay?" His eyes were growing darker, more intense, and I felt myself starting to breathe quicker, harder.
"They feel fine," I said separating my legs slightly so that he'd know I wanted him to continue. He grazed over my knees and gently massaged higher.
"Are your thighs injured?" he asked, skimming his fingers along the inseam of my leg and pushing my shirt up over the top of my panties. His breath hit the flesh just inside my thigh and my stomach quivered in response. The way his fingers dug gently into my skin made me whimper. He hadn't even neared his end goal and I was already close to losing it.
"Liam, that feels so good," I moaned as his thumbs inched higher up my thigh. I could feel his erection against my calf and I had to bite my lip to keep from pleading with him to hurry up. I didn't want to rush him, not when his touch was erasing every bit of sadness and pain from my day.
"Does this make you feel better, baby?" he asked just as his finger skimmed over the outside of my panties.
I arched my neck and whimpered toward his bedroom ceiling. My wound stung slightly, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure stemming from his finger.
"Yes, it makes me feel... go—good," my voice broke midway through my word as he pushed my panties aside.