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“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I demand, needing to know where her mind is at.
“I’m thinking… I’m thinking how much it’s going to hurt when you slam me back against the wall of that shower and fuck me until I don’t know my own name.”
Her scream of shock rips through the air as I lift her into my arms and give her the answer to that musing not three seconds later.
17
OLIVIA
“Again?” I murmur, feeling Reese grow hard against my stomach.
We’re lying naked in bed, tangled up together like we can’t get enough. Like neither of us wants to let go in case something rips us apart.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” He nuzzles my neck, sucking the skin there and sending a bolt of lust straight through me.
“You already had me twice.”
Once in the shower and then again the second we got dried off and climbed into bed.
“And I want you again and again and again.”
“I always knew rugby lads had stamina, but I didn’t know— Reese.” I shriek as he begins tickling my waist, laying me back in the soft sheets and hovering above me. Reaching for his hair, I brush it out of his eyes and smile up at him. “This is nice.”
“Yeah. Too bad we have to go back to reality soon.” A shadow passes over him.
“Reese?”
“Are you hungry? We could order room service.”
“Are you sure? This room must have cost enough.” The hotel is upmarket. When we checked in, the receptionist looked at us like we were joking.
“I’m good for it,” he says, a little defensively.
“Reese, I wasn’t being arsey. I don’t want to take advantage.”
“Jesus, Liv. It’s just a hotel room and some room service. It’s not a big deal. Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”
“Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”
“I’m fucking starving.” My brow arches and he adds, “For food, sweet cheeks. I need actual food.”
“Oh.”
Something feels wrong between us, but I don’t understand what changed. Everything was great until I brought up the cost of the hotel room.
But before I can ask another question, Reese covers my mouth with his, kissing away every insecurity I have.
“Sorry,” he whispers. “I’m a grumpy shit when I’m hungry.”
“Apparently so.”
“What are you in the mood for?” I lean over and pluck the room service menu off the bedside table.
“Order one of everything.” He grins. “I need to take a piss.”
I can’t help but watch as he clambers off the bed and strolls naked into the bathroom, his Heir tattoo on his shoulder rippling as his muscles contract. He’s so bloody hot, it hurts to look at him.
Heat floods my cheeks as I think about all the filthy things he’s done to me since we got here—all the filthy things I still want him to do.
