The Ending I Want(5)

He stares up at her, a firm smile on his lips. “No, I’m fine here.” He flickers a glance at me, which instantly heats me up on the inside, and then he looks back to her.

He’s turning first-class down? Who does that?

She shifts her stance, her eyes flickering over the cabin. “Well, if you’re absolutely sure. But if you change your mind, I can move you straight away. If you need anything, just call me, and I’ll get it.”

“I will”—I watch his eyes go to her name badge—“Sarah. Thank you.”

She lingers, just staring at him, and then seems to come to. “Okay, well, I’ll be back to check on you soon, sir.”

Wow, the power of good looks. I don’t think she even realized I was here.

“So, I guess I should formally introduce myself—you know, seeing as though we’ve already shared saliva. I’m Liam.” He holds his hand out to shake mine.

My eyes go to his large hand. Seems weird to shake his hand after I’ve just had his tongue in my mouth, but what the hell?

I slip my hand into his. His hand his smooth and strong, and it dwarfs mine. He curls his long fingers around my hand and squeezes. My mouth goes dry, and my panties get wet.

“Taylor,” I say, my voice sounding incredibly husky. Almost sexy. Very unlike me.

“Taylor,” he repeats softly. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

I laugh softly, rolling my eyes. “Smooth.”

“I can be rough when I need to be.”

Holy…

I actually gulp because…well, him saying those words in that English accent—hot as f*ck.

“So, Taylor, with the list from Boston—”

“I never told you I was from Boston.”

“You’re on a flight from Boston. Call it a wild guess.”

“Well, you’re on a flight from Boston, but you’re not from Boston.” I don’t know why I’m being so obtuse. But being this way with him is kinda fun.

“My English accent gave it away, huh?” He smirks. “Okay, so, Taylor, with the list, who isn’t from Boston—where are you from?”

“Boston.” I grin.

He lets out a deep laugh. It resounds in my chest, leaving me with a warm glowy feeling.

“You make me laugh,” he tells me.

“You say that like not many people do.”

His eyes pin mine. “They don’t. I’m a hard man to please.”

I can imagine.

“So, is that the list?” He taps a finger to the paper in my lap.

“It is.” I curl my fingers around the edge of it.

“Can I see it?”

“No, you can’t see it,” I say, offended that he thinks he can.

“Why not? What’s on there?” He’s leaning closer, curiosity written all over his face.

I lean away. “Nothing. It’s just private.”

“I think you and I are past private. You just had your tongue in my mouth.”

“So? Y-you had your tongue in my mouth.” And I’m five years old.

A smile slides onto those awesome lips of his. “And I am more than willing to put my tongue back in there. Just say the word.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re not kissing me again”—why did I say that? I would totally kiss him again. Sometimes, I could really slap myself—“and you’re not reading my list either.”

“Okay. Whatever you say.” He leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out the best he can with the limited room he has.

And I relax in the knowledge that we’re past this conversation.

Until the bastard snatches my list from my lap.

“Hey!”

Liam turns away, so all I’m getting is his back as I try to grab my list.

“Give me that back!”

“Go to England. Kiss a stranger. Have lots of sex,” his deep voice rumbles out the words I wrote.

He glances at me over his shoulder, a shit-eating grin on his face.

I don’t even bother with trying to get the list back now. What’s the point? He’s already seen it.

Bastard.

I fall back into my seat, my face feeling like a blowtorch went at it. “You’re an *,” I mutter.

He turns to face me, my list in his hand but still held out of my reach. “Aw, don’t be like that, Taylor, from Boston. I was just curious to read it.”

I’m pretty sure he’s going for contrite, but he’s failing miserably.

I glare at him. I’m going for death-by-laser stare.

It doesn’t work because he gives me a panty-dropping smile. I’d like to say I’m unaffected, but I’m not; however, I don’t let him know that.

“Curious? I don’t think so. An effing thief? Yes.”

He laughs. “I’m sorry. But you don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s a good list.” He looks back to my list. “Have sex with a stranger,” he continues on reading. “Have sex with a stranger outdoors. You do know I can help you with all of these, right?” He lifts a brow at me.

I give him the middle finger.

He laughs again and looks back to the list. Then, he stops laughing and stares at me with what can only be described as complete horror. “You’ve never had oral sex?”