“Yes, I do think,” he said and then paused. “Do you know any other phrases, Liv?”
“Like what?” I said sarcastically. “I know another phrase. One you might not want to hear. One that goes a bit like,I slept with my sister’s dirty-dog fiancé, and I don’t know what he’s doing in my room.”
“I know you most likely have questions.”
“Yeah, just a few.” My voice rose, and I shook my head at him as I poked him in the chest.Wrong move! Why did I touch him?My finger tingled from the connection with his taut muscle. “The first question being, how could you sleep with me when you were engaged?” My voice was accusing as I glared at his sexy face.
“It’s not exactly what you think.”
“Oh?”
“We only got engaged this week.”
“This week?” I frowned. “What?”
“Last weekend, I did something I regret.” His eyes bored into mine. “And something happened that made me realize that it was time for me to grow up.”
“Last weekend, you did something you regret?” I repeated, my face flushing. “Do you meanme?” I glared at him as my stomach sank.
He regretted sleeping with me? I felt gutted at his words.
“I did do you last weekend, yes.” He grinned. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.” He leaned forward and licked his lips. “That day is nothing I will ever regret.”
“You’re a pig.”
I shook my head, mesmerized by the movement of his tongue, so pink and pointy. I shivered, just remembering it between my legs. I groaned inwardly as I recalled the feeling of it slipping inside of me. I know; I was horrible. I should have been shouting at him or slapping him, but instead, I was remembering every vivid detail of how rough and gentle his tongue had been. I was growing wet, just remembering how much pleasure his seemingly innocent tongue had given me. I hoped that the moisture would cool me down in hell because those fiery flames were exactly where I was headed.
“I don’t oink,” he teased, and for a second, I thought he was about to kiss me.
“You sure about that?” I licked my dry lips and took a step back.
“Nervous, Liv?” He raised an eyebrow at me and took another step toward me.
“Stop saying my name like that.”
“Like what, Liv?”
“Like you’re some sort of Spanish conquistador and I’m the conquest you’re after.”
“But I’ve already had you.” He grinned. “The conquest is over. Done. Complete.” He stepped back and looked around the room. “Nice.” He nodded to the poster of the Backstreet Boys above my bed.
“Everyone I know has a poster of the Backstreet Boys,” I muttered.
“Really?” He looked at me in surprise. “Everyone you know still has a poster of a boy band on their wall?”
He wiggled his eyebrows, and I made a face at him.
“Of course, not now. This is my childhood room. This is where I slept as a teenager. I don’t live here anymore. I have my own apartment, and I don’t have posters of the Backstreet Boys up there,” I said defensively.
“I think you’re protesting a bit too much.” He laughed. “Are you sure about that?”
“Of course I’m sure about that. I’m very sure I know what’s hanging in my bedroom.”
I turned away from him, hoping he couldn’t see the red in my face. I did have some photos of Matthew McConaughey in a scrapbook in my bedroom that I’d cut out from celebrity magazines. And those weren’t from my teenage years. They were from thefuture husbandscrapbooks Alice and I had made in college. Matthew McConaughey was my dream man. He was perfect—rough, handsome, had a sexy country drawl, and loved his mama. If he wasn’t married, I’d be on a plane to Texas or California, doing whatever I could to meet him.
“Liv?” Xander’s voice was hesitant. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Why?” I turned to look at him, and his eyes were curious as he stared at me.
