Semua Bab Accidentally In Love With You: Bab 131 - Bab 140

He took a step closer but kept his hands in his pockets although it looked like it pained him to do so. “I’m not sorry for kissing you, Mia,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since that night. I’ve dreamed about kissing you. I’ve dreamed about that night over and over again. But I am sorry that I did it without your consent and in our place of work. If you want to go to Carter and make a complaint about me, I won’t stop you.” Mia put her hands on her hips and gaped at him. “You want me to report the kiss to Carter?” “No,” he said, shaking his head and taking another step closer. “I want to kiss you again, but I won’t, not unless you tell me I can.” Mia stepped toward him until there was barely any space between them. She tilted her head up to him, her eyes coasting over his lips before reaching his eyes. “And if I want you to?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What does that mean for us, for the job?” Liam pulled a hand from his pocket and li

Liam rolled to his side and watched Mia as she caught her breath. His fingers drew soft circles on her skin; his need to keep touching her was something he really didn’t want to examine. He hadn’t intended to attack her like that as soon as he walked through the door, but he wasn’t sorry. Things had been building between them since she had walked back into his life and it was inevitable they would end up here and yet it didn’t diminish what had happened tonight. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. Her face was soft and satiated and her lips were tilted up in a smile. He leaned forward and kissed her; he couldn’t not. She rolled toward him, her body fitting against his with ease. Bare skin slid against bare skin as she pressed closer, her arms twining around his neck and one luscious leg draped over his hip. He thrust against her, not entering her, but sliding his hardness through her warm, wet softness. It was heaven and yet not nearly enough. He skimmed

He shrugged and sipped his beer. “So? The readers know you’re working with me, and I think they’d like to hear from you. Besides, I think you could give some good insight into what women like.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just one woman. Just because I like something, doesn’t mean every other woman out there is going to like it. We don’t have one shared consciousness.” He laughed. “I never thought that,” he said. “But I still think the readers would be interested in what you have to say.” She picked at the remainder of her gyro, not looking at him. “You really think so?” He tucked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to his. “Yeah, Mia, I do. I think you have some valid opinions and I think you should share them with the world. There are no wrong answers here. As you said, just because you like something doesn’t mean every other woman in the world will, but that doesn’t negate what you like. You’re allowed to have your own take on things. You’re allowed to have an opin

Friday night rolled into Saturday morning, not that Mia noticed. She was far too blissed out from multiple orgasms and sleeping beside the hot water bottle that was Liam. She had never actually slept with someone before, not in the actual sleeping sense. The nights she and Peyton had passed out on the bed together after an evening of drunken revelry didn’t count. Spending the entire night in bed with Liam—intermittently snoozing and making sleepy love—was a revelation. She liked it. A lot. Maybe too much. The smell of coffee woke her and she fluttered her eyes open, squinting in the bright sunlight. She could only just make out the form of Liam standing over her with a grin and a large takeaway coffee. “Good morning,” he said. Yes. Yes, it was a good morning. A very good morning. “Good morning,” Mia replied and then cleared the huskiness from her throat, laughing. “Sorry.” Liam sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the coffee. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I

“Come back to bed,” Mia said as he reached for his pants. He leaned over her and kissed her. He loved kissing her. He didn’t ever want to stop kissing her, but he had to go. He had lunch with his mother in an hour and he needed to go home and change. He only had the clothes he’d worn to Mia’s place on Friday night and there was no way he could go to lunch with his mother dressed like that. “I’ve got to go,” he said, pulling reluctantly away from her. “I have a lunch appointment with my mother and you have family dinner tonight.” He slapped her butt and finished dressing while she watched and pouted. She was too cute and leaving her was harder than he’d expected. He didn’t know what the next week would be like working with her. How the hell was he going to keep his hands off her? At least they would have their nights together. That would have to be enough. It would be the carrot that kept him going through the day…it had to be. He kissed her once more before leaving