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His small smile said it all. "Of course, I won't let you drive back to LA this late, and besides, I want to sleep with you."
Sleep with me! I practically squirmed on the spot.
"I have an idea," I announced to the group, suddenly agreeing with Becca's plan.
"What if we have a giant sleepover? We can go grab stuff from Liam's place and then head back over..."
Liam's smile widened and he shook his head slowly. Not as if he was saying no, but because he seemed amused. "We can do the sleepover at my house. I have a movie room with couches that are comfortable enough to sleep on."
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I didn't expect him to buy the plan so easily, but I suspected he was trying to make it easy on Becca and me.
"Sounds good," Penn answered. "We'll meet you guys over there in a little bit."
Becca shot me a grateful smile and then she followed Penn up the stairs.
"C'mon, we can get to my house from the beach," Liam said, taking my hand and the cover-up so that I couldn't put it back on.
"You don't need this, we're only walking a short ways," he declared as I arched my brow.
"Mhmm, I'm sure that's the reason," I teased as his gaze drifted down my body.
"All of my fantasies did not live up to the real thing... I think I need a few more minutes before you put clothes back on," he 567/890
teased confidently, making me feel even more exposed.
I laughed and shook my head. Fantasies, my ass.
"Did Becca want you to suggest the sleepover thing?" he asked gently.
I bit my lip wondering if I should throw her under the bus. Maybe he would tell Penn. "Well technically it was her idea, but I thought it would be fun. Are you upset?"
He watched me explain and then narrowed his eyes. "It's probably for the best. I want to spend time with you, but if we were alone, we’d be going straight to my bed right now."
His words coated me like honey and I tried to shake off the allure.
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"Well you can take me to your bedroom," I winked, "...for a change of clothes."
He laughed and tugged my hand as we ascended the stairs to his house. It was even more beautiful up close. The design was open and inviting. Warm white hues and bright blue accents filled the living room and kitchen.
"This is where I like to spend my time when I can get away from the LA house,” he said as he tugged me past the kitchen that looked straight out of a magazine. “I was having a few things fixed so they had the water and electricity cut off for the past few weeks.”
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as he continued pulling me toward his bedroom.
"I completely agree about it feeling like a home." I smiled up at him and our eyes locked for a moment. I think he was glad I appreciated his house. But to be honest, anyone would.
When we got to his room, he pulled open his drawers and handed me a t-shirt and some boxers.
"This should work. Sorry I don't have bras lying around. Guess you’ll have to go without." He smiled as if he wasn't actually that sorry.
I glanced down at the boxers to find that they had little snowmen on them. They seemed very un-Wilder-like.
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I held the waistband up between my fingers. “Stylin’ duds you have here, Mr.
Wilder.”
"Hey, don't knock the boxers. They're my Christmas pair." He laughed as he pulled out a pair of boxer briefs, sleeping pants, and a shirt for himself. I thought he was going to head into the closet to change, but as soon as he had his clothes pulled out, he dropped his swim trunks right then and there and headed to the shower.
My mouth fell open at the sight of him.
Every single inch of his body was toned and tan. His tattoos fell in perfect congruence with the movement of his muscles. I knew it took years to mold a body into that perfec-tion and I appreciated every single inch of it as I watched him head to his bathroom.
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"Come shower," he demanded just before his body disappeared from my sight.
I stood there motionless as I heard him turn the water on and then step inside.
Shampoo bottles clanged against the glass as I tried to make a decision. Were we moving too fast? Should I wait and shower separately? Did I even need a shower? There was chlorine in my hair and the longer I let it dry, the more damage it would cause… Welp, that’s settled.
His form was partly hidden by the fogging glass, but puffs of intoxicating steam were already rising from the top. I popped open the glass and sneaked in after him without taking my bikini off. I thought I could shower just fine in my bathing suit.
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in and then in no time at all, he'd untied my top and bottom and my bikini fell to a pile on the shower floor. Damn, those hands could really move when he had a goal in mind. He kicked my bikini aside and brought me toward him. My hands splayed out against his chest, feeling his smooth skin as he started to soap up my body.
We were naked, so blissfully naked together, that I felt giddy and turned on all at once.
He squeezed a dab of body wash onto his hands; it was his body wash and it smelled clean and manly. He was going to wash me with it and I didn’t mind one bit that I’d come out of the shower smelling just like him. I wanted to use that body wash from now on.
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My eyes fell closed as his hands drifted over my skin. He skimmed over my shoulders, down my back and spine. It felt like he was slowly driving me insane under the pretense of cleaning me off. When his hand fell between my legs I thought I'd collapse onto the tile, but he didn't let me. One hand wrapped around my waist while his fingers brought me to another orgasm.
"You're so responsive to my touch," he said, nipping my ear as my hand found him hot and hard.
I grabbed the soap from behind him and returned the favor, but honestly it was more pleasurable for me than it was for him. Getting free access to run my hands across his skin was like getting to gorge myself on the most decadent desert. I reveled in the way he 574/890
tensed when my hand drifted lower, past his waist. I gripped him tightly and stroked him up and down as his head fell back under the stream of water. I loved making this man moan. If I could only hear one thing for the rest of my life, I would choose that moan—
hearing him make those low groaning sounds as pleasure overtook him. He came fast and hard, spilling out onto my hand and belly. It was a deviously sexy sight and I almost mourned the loss as the shower washed it away as quickly as it had appeared.
We both left the shower wearing sated smiles, but I still felt his eyes on me as I pulled on his shirt and boxers. We’d yet to completely have our fill of one another.
"You realize that the entire time we're watching the movie I'll be thinking about the 575/890
fact that you aren't wearing panties or a bra underneath your clothes," he commented, pulling on his pants.
I winked over my shoulder, feeling bold and beautiful after his constant stream of compliments in the shower. "Technically, they're your clothes." I said, moving toward the door.
He grinned wickedly, ditched his shirt, and made to chase after me. Damn his soccer training. He was much faster than I was. I ran down his hall laughing as I dodged his hands, then I hid behind the couch, faking to dodge left and right. He called my bluff and caught me as I tried to run away.
"Mercy!" I squealed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up.
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He was setting me back down to my feet when Becca and Penn walked in. Becca eyed us curiously, but Penn just laughed and shook his head.