He took a sip of my drink and made a face. His body shuddered. “Fecking hell, that’s wretched.”
“Then don’t drink it,” I teased and tried to grab the half-drunk latte back.
Liam lifted it out of reach and took another, slow, savoring sip as his stare pinned me. My pulse doubled over itself. Sexy. Smooth. His lips pressed against the cup. When he handed it back, I held his gaze and took a drink. My mouth covered the spot his had been.
A groan, so soft I nearly missed it, rumbled in his throat.
That sound made my core clench tightly.
“I’ll be reading the book too, cailín,” Liam said, voice rough and gravelly. “I want to know you better. You can tell a lot about a person by what they read.”
A dark romance novel…. The first one I would openly be able to read. No more sneaking them on the cook’s iPad during a lunch break at the restaurant. I craved reading them all.
What did that say about me?
That you have good taste?
I coughed and cleared my throat. “What do you like to read?”
Liam shrugged. “You’ve seen my library.”
“Yes, but—”
At the end of the aisle, a peeved voice scolded Connor.
“—I thought they were decorations,” I finished, but my attention was distracted.
“They aren’t.” From the sudden tightness in Liam’s words, his focus was directed at the bodyguard holding the snoozing pup.
“Go get a manager then,” Connor scoffed.
The store employee scowled and waddled away.
“What other books do you want?” Liam flicked a finger toward the shelf.
“I, uh…what?”
“Books, cailín. We’re shopping.” But the playfulness was gone from his words.
“I don’t need more books. I read one at a time.” As I spoke, my gaze wandered over the shelves.
The moment a cover caught my attention, Liam plucked it and set it on top of the others.
“More,” he demanded.
I let out an incredulous breath. “You’re going to regret that.”
“No, I’m not.”
Such confidence! It was devastatingly sexy. “Do you have any idea the amount of books I’m able to consume?”
“I said, more.” He came around the cart, planted his hands on my shoulders, and guided me toward the forbidden fruit. Leaning down, his bare face brushed against my cheek. “Pick, cailín. All of them, if you’d like.”
“Aren’t you shocked?” I whispered. “Scandalized by the smut?”
Liam hummed, the sultry sound was kryptonite. “I’m just glad I’m finally figuring you out, little wife.”
We managed to select two dozen books before all hell broke loose.
