“That was fucking amazing,” he says, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “If I’d known it would be that good, I wouldn’t have waited the last seven hours. I’d have for sure insisted on fucking in the airplane bathroom.”
I slap his ass, and he chuckles.
He kisses my lips one last time, and then says, “I’ll just get rid of the condom.”
He gets up off me, and I feel the loss immediately. It surprises me just how much.
I watch his sexy naked ass go into his bathroom. I hear water running, and then he emerges a few seconds later.
He climbs back onto the bed. Getting a blanket from the bottom of the bed, he covers us with it.
He places a kiss on my chest between my breasts. He cups one in his hand, running his thumb over my nipple, making me shiver.
“You have really great tits.”
I laugh.
He looks up at me, dark lashes fanning as he blinks. “What?”
“Nothing.” I smile. “You’re just different. Not like any guy I’ve ever met before.”
He smiles widely. “And you, Boston, are not like any other woman I’ve ever met before.”
I take that as a compliment, as I bet he’s met a lot of women.
Liam lifts up and softly kisses me on the lips. Then, he takes me in his arms.
I lay my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“I’m really glad my meeting was canceled today.”
I glance up at him. “You weren’t supposed to be on that flight?”
“No, I was due to fly back tomorrow, but the meeting I was supposed to have today was canceled, so I decided to fly back. And I’m really fucking glad I did.”
“I’m glad you did, too. Guess us meeting was meant to be.”
Liam stares at me for a long moment, and then he gently presses his lips to my forehead.
I rest my head back down on his chest, running my fingers over his chest hair.
It’s not long before I hear his breathing even out, and I realize he’s fallen asleep.
I don’t want to overstay my welcome, and I want this moment to be what it was supposed to be—a one-time thing with a stranger.
Only Liam doesn’t feel so much like a stranger anymore.
I gather up my clothes in the dark. But I can’t find my panties.
Not wanting to wake him, I forego my panties, and I quickly dress out in the hall.
Then, I go to the kitchen and get my bag. My shoes are still by the front door, so I put them on, grab my suitcase, and let myself out of his apartment.
I take the elevator down.
The night watchman is still on the desk, so I ask him to call me a cab.
The cab turns up five minutes later. The cabbie puts my suitcase in the trunk.
I take a seat in the back. “Hunter Hotel,” I tell him.
I give one last look to Liam’s building, touching a hand to my lips. I smile at the memory he’s just given me, but feel a twinge of sadness that I won’t see him again.
I wake to the sound of a phone ringing. Really fucking loudly. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s the hotel room phone. Reaching out a hand, I grab the receiver of the phone on the nightstand beside my head.
“Hello?” My voice sounds rough.
I didn’t get much sleep last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Liam. About the sex I had with Liam. And I was wishing that I’d stayed with him. That I was waking up with him and not to this ringing phone.
“Guess what I have in my hand?”
Liam?
“Liam?”
“The one and only.”
It’s him. A big smile spreads across my face.
“How do you know which hotel I’m staying in?” I ask.
“I have my ways. So, are you going to guess what I have in my hand?”
“No. I’m more concerned with your stalking abilities.”
Honestly, I couldn’t care less. I’m glad he found me. I just like playing with him.
He sighs. “You flew with my company. You’re staying in one of my hotels. I have access to the agents you booked with. It wasn’t hard to find out which hotel you were staying at. All it took was one phone call.”
“Did you make the call?”
“No, my assistant did,” he says, sounding like there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I laugh. “Do you do anything yourself, Hunter?”
“Of course I do. I give amazing head. I fuck—hard.” That makes me shiver. “And I cook stir-fry for list-making Bostonians who won’t stop asking questions.”
I laugh again. I love that he makes me laugh.
“You did cook for me. You also gave me amazing head—my first ever—and you fucked me very well.”
“Why, thank you, ma’am,” he says, his accent thickening. “Now, are you going to answer my question?”
“Which was?”
“What do I have in my hand?”
“I don’t know. My ability of foresight was slightly hampered by a phone ringing and waking me at the butt-crack of dawn.”
“It’s not the butt crack of dawn. It’s ten a.m. I’ve been up and working for hours. Wait, you’re in bed?”
“I am.” I stretch out in the warmth of the bed.
“What are you wearing?”
I bite down on the smile that I’ve been wearing since I heard his voice down the line. “I thought you wanted me to guess what you have in your hand.”