Moaning softly, she languidly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. She existed in a sensual twilight state for several more moments, unaware of anything but Liam’s warm, hard body lying next to her. She didn’t think she’d ever been this relaxed or content. Nothing was real except for this moment in his arms.
Cool air skimmed her body, and she realized that her blouse was halfway off her shoulders. She blinked her heavy lids, trying to discern where she was.
Finally opening her eyes, she realized she was in his bedroom, on his bed.
“How did I get here?” she murmured.
“I brought you here a while ago. You’ve been asleep for hours.”
Sleeping had been almost as difficult as eating the last few days. And now, because of Liam, she had eaten a nutritious meal and had taken the longest nap of her life.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Better. Much better. Thank you.”
He raised his head and smiled down at her. “My pleasure.”
Cupping his jaw, she caressed it softly, relishing the sting of beard stubble against her palm. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“And I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Seriously. You’re like a dream come to life.”
“Ask my sisters when you meet them. They’ll tell you I’m more of a nightmare.”
“I’ll bet they adore you.”
“They do now, I guess. They didn’t when we were living in the same house.”
“Were you overprotective?”
“After my dad was gone, I decided it was my responsibility to be the man of the house and interrogate every guy my sisters brought home.”
“Aren’t you younger than two of them?”
“Yeah.” He grinned as he added, “I learned early to never let age override arrogance.”
Knowing what she would have done in the same situation, she winced. “How bad was it?”
“Let’s just say when three sisters gang up on you, no matter how big or arrogant you try to be, they can bloody your nose pretty goo
d.”
“Did you learn your lesson?”
“I tried to tone it down a bit. But I still checked the guys out.” He shrugged. “They’re my sisters.”
“And you’re a good guy.”
“Sometimes.” He lowered his mouth over hers. “Sometimes not.”
With a groan, she gave herself up to the incredible taste and texture of his kiss. How many times had she dreamed of this? Fantasized about how he would taste, how he would feel? The fantasy had nothing on reality.
She wanted to feel his body against hers, she wanted him inside her, loving her. She wanted to love him the way she’d always dreamed.
He raised his head. “I need to go lock up. Be back in a few minutes.”
The second he disappeared through the door, she was out of bed and stripping off her clothes as she headed to the bathroom. She hadn’t showered today, hadn’t washed her hair in days. Could she do all of that and be back in bed before he returned? She didn’t know, but she was going to try.