His tone is so jealous I burst out laughing.
“You’re seriously threatened by some guy I barely know?”
“You barely know me too,” he says, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Ha-ha. Considering you were just inside me with your tongue, I think we’re past the barely-know-you phase.”
He reaches over and takes my hand in his. “I didn’t plan that.”
“I know.”
And now comes the moment I’ve been waiting for. Where he’ll tell me that, while we obviously have chemistry, etc., etc., he can’t etc., etc. because of his single dad status and not wanting things to get complicated.
As usual, Liam Storm surprises me.
“Do you still want what you asked for earlier today? No strings sex until our road trip is over?”
I snap my head to face him.
His profile is in deep shadow, but the lights from outside are enough for me to see his jaw clench.
He’s nervous.
So am I.
But…
I’m going to go for it anyway.
“Yes,” I say. “Of course. After the best orgasm of my life? I don’t know how I’d say no.”
He squeezes my hand. “I say yes too.”
“You changed your mind?”
“Yes.”
“How come? Pussy whipped?” I joke.
He breaks into a laugh. “You never pull punches, Haley. I like that.”
I smile, and I keep smiling as I look out the window while we stop at a pharmacy for condoms and then continue toward our hotel.
I’m scared by how much I like it when Liam compliments me. Not because I need to please him but because I want to. I love when he’s happy. He’s so serious most of the time, so when he breaks form and lets go, I fall even deeper for him.
Is it ridiculous of me to think I can have casual sex with a guy I actually like?
Of course it is.
Do I think I can just hug him goodbye and tell him to have a nice life in a few days?
Not a chance.
But that’s the lesson Liam is here to teach me.
That’s what I truly believe.
He wants to learn how to relax, and I want to learn how to care less.
