The Virgin Next Door (Stud Ranch 3)

“Seven-fifteen.”

Calla jerked her feet to the edge of the bed. “Shit. Xavier’s gonna be pissed. He wanted to get out before morning traffic.”

She looked around for her clothing, leaning over and snatching up her bra from the ground beside the bed.

“Shit,” she said again, stubbing her toe on the frame of the bed and jumping up and down.

“You’re fecking adorable, you know that?”

She glared at Liam. “Did you hear the part about how we’re gonna be skewered like breakfast sausage if we don’t get our butts moving?”

Liam just continued grinning at her with that wide smile of his.

She rolled her eyes and hurried over to her suitcase, dragging the sheet with her to cover herself.

She pulled on a fresh pair of panties and then pulled her sports bra overhead. “Dammit,” she swore, the bra getting stuck on her face as she tried to wriggle into it.

This was met with a loud chuckle.

She was about to snap at Liam again but then his hands were on her. He helped get her bra over her head and down over her breasts. He also used the occasion to give both her breasts a good squeeze before letting her go and smacking her ass.

“Get going, woman,” he said. “What do you think? We have all morning for me to spend ogling you and inspecting your assets?”

She spun around and pretended to be annoyed. “You’re one to talk. I actually have my underwear on. You’re still—” She gestured up and down his body. His naked body. He stood there for her and God to see, completely unabashed. Wow. Was his cock always that size or was he aroused right now? What did dicks look like when they weren’t—

Suddenly Liam swooped down on her and landed a kiss. A leisurely, lingering kiss. All thought of them needing to hurry flew from her head.

There was only Liam, his hands in her hair, the heat of his bare chest as it brushed hers. When he finally pulled away, she felt dazed.

Never in her life had she felt such crazy joy. Happy to the point of silly. It was too much. Too fast. She was gonna come down hard from this and the crash was gonna be brutal. But for at least one more minute, she basked in everything that was Liam O’Neill.

“You keep staring at me like that, woman,” Liam growled, eyes dark, “and we won’t get out of this hotel room before noon.”

Calla knew she was definitely lingering in an alternate universe when all she wanted to say was, Yes, screw it, let’s lay here and make love all day.

There was today. Today, today, and only today.

Exceeeeeeeeeeeept, what about her job? And Xavier? And the mustang that even now was waiting to be trailered?

With a sigh of reluctance, she gave Liam one last peck on the lips and then pulled out of his arms.

“I hear reality is waiting for us outside that door,” she said ruefully and gestured toward the door.

Liam frowned, eyes scrolling up and down her body like he was trying to memorize what she looked like without clothes on.

Then he strode forward, eliminating the small bit of distance she’d put between them. When he pulled her into his arms again and she heard his growled, “Fuck reality. It can wait another half hour,” she didn’t even put up a token resistance.

All she could do was shriek with laughter when Liam picked her up in his arms and carried her back to bed.

“Wow, you’re the last one I would have thought would turn out to be the town slut.” Bethany’s shrill voice cut across the parking lot and Calla froze in her tracks. After she and Liam had finished one last energetic round of sex—seriously, she’d heard of doggie style and reverse cowgirl, but she never thought she’d ever have an adventurous enough sex life to experience them firsthand. Well, after this morning, those were another two bucket list items she could cross off.

Then she’d checked her phone and found a text from Mel saying Mack was too hungover to drive and would Calla mind driving the last trailer back? Mel would be driving Mack’s.

Calla’s heart had hiccupped at reading it. Mack was hungover? He’d been perfectly sober when he joined her and Liam in their hotel room. Was the experience with her really so bad that he’d had to go out and get drunk? Really drunk if he didn’t even feel well enough to drive home.

Calla hurriedly texted Mel back that it was no problem. She’d been hauling trailers since she’d gotten her driver’s license at sixteen.