Collided: Dirty Air (Book 2)(72)

I tap my lips with my index finger. “Are you just going to stare at me all night or…?”

His nostrils flare at my taunt. “I’m deciding what item I’m going to knock off first.”

“This evening got a whole lot more interesting.”

“I know you’re an eager woman who wants to mark off many items in a short amount of time. So, I have some plans.”

Blood rushes to my ears, my heartbeat posing as a temporary hearing problem. “Should I be embarrassed that it turns me on to hear you talking about plans?”

He lets out the softest laugh. “First, let’s get rid of your clothes.”

Liam doesn’t need to ask me twice. One sandal flies toward a corner of the room while the other lands on the dresser. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but doesn’t lift a finger, watching me with crossed arms. My dress goes flying somewhere while my bra and panties find the same fate, lost somewhere in the dark. I lie against the pillows and wait. I’m not exactly sure where I found my confidence, but I’m not opposed to it.

He smiles while shaking his head. “Is someone excited?”

I bob my head up and down. He turns his back toward me as he pulls out something silky from the nightstand.

“Ah, be blindfolded. This is exciting,” my voice rasps.

“We both know you get just as excited about crossing off items on your list as you do about completing them.”

No use disagreeing because I love the idea of knocking off items with Liam. It’s our type of foreplay. “I’d like to thank my horny, lonely self for getting drunk and exploring sexy bucket lists at 2 a.m. on a Saturday. My pending orgasms are forever grateful.”

“I’m seriously wondering why I didn’t buy a gag too.”

“Shut up. You love my ramblings.”

Ugh, Sophie. Not the L-word again.

Liam’s penetrating gaze is the last thing I see before he covers my eyes with the blindfold. If I die today, what a final sight to remember. I’m willing to sacrifice myself for the cause. The search for the best orgasm sounds like an epic way to go, possibly becoming my tombstone statement.

Liam pushes my head back on the pillows. “Senses are a funny thing. You take out two, it heightens the rest.” He grabs my wrists and wraps them up with what I assume is the tie he threw on the bed earlier. The knot is tight enough for my hands to not get loose, but not enough to hurt me. Looks like Liam wants to knock out get tied up, as well.

I test it once and am met with resistance. “Were you a Boy Scout before? That’s one good knot.”

“Nope. I preferred the kids’ book club.”

I sigh. “Only you could make being a member of a book club sound sexy.”

He closes the gap, his familiar scent enveloping me. Something makes a metallic clanking noise off to the side before Liam’s body slides down mine, tracing the contours of my body with warm kisses. When he reaches the area begging for his attention, I get hit with an ice-cold kiss.

Literally, ice cold.

Damn, I nearly forgot about Try foreplay with ice. With any other man, I wouldn’t find this sexy, the chilly feeling prompting my ass to lift off the bed. But somehow everything with Liam feels good. Warm fingers reach my aching places, giving way to some relief before his cold tongue finds my clit. It pulses with want as he sucks. His tongue brushes against me, lazily tracing circles.

“Holy shit. Are you for real right now?” My words morph into a moan.

The heat from my body melts the ice cube as Liam licks me with ruthlessness. His tongue is built for sin, running over my entrance before plunging inside of me. Pressure builds within me like a ticking bomb to the beat of my heart. Not being able to see or touch anything makes me attuned to everything else: my breathing, his touch, the coolness where his tongue lingers.

“I’ll take that as a good thing.” His rumble of a laugh vibrates against my clit, my spine prickling at the pressure swirling inside of me.

“I’m not even jealous of the girls you’ve been with before. I should send them thank-you cards.”

He slaps my core with the palm of his hand. My clit throbs, leaving me a needy mess at the sensation.

“Don’t bring anyone up. While you’re traveling with us, you’re mine. The fucking end. Do you have a problem with that?”

The blindfold blocks me from seeing his face, but the edginess in his voice tells me enough. I struggle to come to terms with his words. They remind me of our expiration date, of him slowly becoming my everything while I’m his temporary distraction. But like with everything, Liam doesn’t let me off easy, running the pad of his thumb against my clit, applying the slightest pressure. And like that, he banishes the negative thoughts as he pulls me back into the moment.

“Last time I checked, I blindfolded you, not gagged you. What do you have to say?”

Another brush of his icy tongue has me rising off the bed, leaving me panting for more. His hand holds me down while he waits for an answer.

“Whatever you want. Anything, everything. Past, present, future. Please.” I can’t think, let alone form the coherent sentences he wants. My hips shimmy and beg for his touch again.

Liam laughs, dismissing his agitation as his tongue plunges inside of me. Calloused hands part my legs more, opening me up to him. The sensations overwhelm me. His hands brush against my thighs, making my skin flush. The blindfold blocks me from seeing him touch me, lick me, fucking own me. He teases me like I’m the best fucking thing, and damn if I don’t feel that way around him.