Helium to my ego.“Such a sweet-talker.”
“I don’t have a sweet bone in my body.”
“You have many sweet bones, but your secret’s safe with me—you have enough females throwing themselves at you.”
“You’re the only female throwing herself at me.”
“Um.” I pressed against his pecs, jimmying him off me. “I didn’t throw myself at you.”
He smirked.
“Okay, fine, I did.”
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You do realize you could click your fingers and almost everyone would lay back and give you free rein?”
Smirk still pulling at his mouth, he braced himself on one arm and trailed his knuckles down my front, tracing the swell of one breast and bumping against my pebbling nipple. “I’ll make sure to give it a try.”
My stomach tightened. I didn’t want him to give it a try. Why had I planted the idea in his head?
I scooted out from under him. “Can I take a shower before I leave?”
The sky was still dark around the edges of the curtains, but dawn would creep over Beaver Creek soon, putting an end to our night together.
His answer was slow to come. So slow I looked at him over my shoulder.
He was on his side, one hand propped under his head, brow creased with a frown, dick soft but still thick and long. “Go ahead.”
I walked into his slate-tiled ensuite and straight into the outsized, glass-walled shower. Once steam curled off the gunmetal-gray slabs, I ducked under the spray, closed my eyes, and tipped my head up. The water fell like silk over my body, sloughing off my sweat, but probably not Liam’s smell. As I lathered up, I thought up ways I could avoid my parents until I smelled like my old,unsexed self. Although they wouldn’t judge, I still rather they didn’t find out.
Crap.What if Liam dropped by their house in a few hours before he flew off to Alaska?
Hair dripping, skin warm, I plucked a towel off the rack and wrapped it around myself. When I emerged from the ensuite, Liam had donned sweats and another black T-shirt.
“I didn’t take you for a pajama sort of guy.”
He smirked. “I’m most definitely not a pajama sort of guy.”
“Then why are you dressed?”
“I thought walking you home naked might raise some eyebrows if anyone’s up and about.”
Oh.I crouched and grabbed my underwear, then slid it on beneath the towel. “You don’t need to walk me home, Liam.” I slid on my skirt and boots next, then squinted around the dark room for my bra.
Found it swinging from Liam’s index finger. “Looking for this?”
I snatched it, then tossed the towel on the armchair. “Are you going to stop by my parents’ house on your way to Alaska?”
After I’d managed to hook my bra in place, I looked up. Liam’s pupils had sharpened, tiny black dots against the glowing irises.
“Liam?”
Slowly, his gaze rose, throat bobbing. “What?”
“My house. Are you going to drop by?
“No. Why?”
