Page 78 of Miss Understanding

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Liam

My world had just been officially rocked. I couldn’t recollect half the drive home. Instead, I’d been in such a lust-induced state of mind, my body had operated on autopilot. After Kendall sat up, I realized we were sitting in the complete dark in my garage.

“You okay?” she asked, sounding a bit unsure of herself.

“Yeah. Remind me not to question how I’m conservative ever again.”

She chuckled. “Shall we go inside?”

“Yes.” I was slowly regaining my wits. At least there was light when she opened her passenger door, so I could see what I was doing while I redid my trousers.

We didn’t speak until we were inside. I still hadn’t recovered when she said, “I’m heading up to take a shower if it’s okay?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

She gave me a small smile before climbing the steps.

It occurred to me she was right. I wasn’t spontaneous. Hell, I wouldn’t even say I was adventurous. I liked control and the feeling it gave me. However, I’d enjoyed surrendering it completely, too. To be taken off guard and completely overcome with passion had been wonderful. The sensation was foreign, yet I suddenly craved it again.

I was up the steps two at a time, stripping off my clothes once I hit my bedroom. The sound of the shower came from my bathroom. I was hard again, thinking about her in there, wanting her with a carnal attraction I wasn’t sure was completely sane. I didn’t care. I needed her. I wouldn’t let the thought freak me out.

At the sound of the glass shower door opening, she turned, her eyes wide. I enjoyed the way her hungry gaze raked over my body and how free she was to express it. I didn’t hesitate, just framed her face and kissed her hard, not caring if I tasted myself still on her lips. I backed her into the corner, feeling the hot water on my back and needing to possess her.

“Are you clean?” I asked lifting her up against the stone shelf.

“Yes. But remember, I’m not on birth control.”

Shit. That should’ve been something we discussed.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking as if she’d done something wrong.

“Nothing to apologize for. Hold tight.” I walked out to the bedroom and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, trying not to freak out. See, this was why I couldn’t lose my mind. Because the consequences could be disastrous. She could very easily not have reminded me, and then we’d be dealing with my worst nightmare of an unplanned pregnancy.

Kendall’s eyes met mine hesitantly when I walked back into the shower. Although I had a condom on now and could’ve picked up where we’d left off, I didn’t. Instead, I cupped her face and kissed her softly. “I’m sorry for not remembering.”

“I could probably go on the pill.”

“I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready to do.” I meant it. Plus, condoms were safer and wouldn’t send the wrong message.

“My appointment is next month. I’ll talk to my doctor about it.”

“Okay.” This was dangerous territory. Relationship territory. I think my dick realized it too because it was starting to soften.

Apparently noticing the problem, she took me in her hand. “I think we should stop talking and start making out again.”

I grinned. “I’m on board with that plan.”

* * *

We slept for a few hours before I woke her up with my tongue. Now who was unspontaneous?

After two orgasms, she was all smiles, stretching in the bed. “Someone is out to prove me wrong, isn’t he?”

I crawled up her body with kisses, loving the way her body quivered against my lips. I was quickly becoming addicted to her taste. “Prove that I’m not boring? Maybe.”

She giggled, sucking in her breath when I fastened to one of her nipples. “I never said you were boring. Oh God—”