Kendall laughs. “Oh my god. So generous.”
“Right?” I grin.
“It’s okay. I know this is all an act for free cake.”
I hold her gaze. “Promise it’s not.”
The corner of her mouth kicks up. “So what other generous things do you do? Give away cars to random people like Oprah?”
I laugh and wipe my mouth with a napkin. “I mean it more in a romantic way.”
I don’t miss the flash of intrigue in Kendall’s eyes. “What are you saying? You’re the kind of boyfriend who showers his lady in lavish gifts?”
“Yeah, if that’s what she wants.” I pause. “But I like being generous in other ways too.”
I hold her gaze. My pulse kicks up even higher as I wait to see if she gets what I mean.
Her eyes widen the slightest bit as she looks at me. Her plush lips part, and she makes the softest gasping noise. And then she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.
She knows exactly what I mean.
Chapter 18
Kendall
Istare at Liam, quiet as I process his silent admission.
He just implied that he’s generous in bed.
I should make a disgusted noise. I should roll my eyes and tell him off. What a cocky bastard.
But the god’s honest truth? I’m intrigued.
Very, very intrigued.
The longer I stare at him, the hotter my skin feels.
That teasing glint in his eyes. That smug half-smile.
That’s the look of a man who knows he’s a god in bed. I can tell.
I’ve been with guys who bragged about how good they are in the sack. They never were.
In college, Liam had a reputation. I remember overhearing women all over campus say how incredible he was.
Admittedly, that was part of the reason why I had such a huge crush on him. He was hot, funny,andincredible in bed. What woman wouldn’t want a guy like that?
I clear my throat and poke my fork into a clump of frosting. “Are you seriously bragging about how good you are in bed?”
I try my hardest to make my tone joking and playful, to play it off like this doesn’t faze me at all. But there’s a rasp in my voice that I can’t hide.
When I hazard a look at Liam, he’s gazing at me, his blue eyes fiery. “Yeah.”
I roll my eyes like I don’t care. But I do. And I’m certain Liam can tell because my face is on fire, and I’d bet anything that the flush on my cheeks is clear as day.
I swallow. “I doubt you’re as good as you think you are.”
He doesn’t even blink at my pathetic attempt to take him down a peg. Instead, he holds my gaze, that half-smile in place. “If you ever want to find out, just say the word.”
