“Hey.” I smile at him.
“You look beautiful.”
“You’re looking pretty good yourself.” I smile at him.
“I know.” He smirks. “Your chariot awaits you, madam.” He steps to the side, waving his arm out in the direction of the bus.
“We’re going on a bus?” I stare up at him.
“We’re going on a tour bus. I’ve hired it to take us around to the sights of London. I thought it was time you got to see some of my great city.”
“Really?” I beam at him.
I’m going to see the city where my mother grew up in the comfort of my very own bus. It doesn’t get better than this.
“Really.” He smiles down at me, a soft look in his eyes.
“You’re the best!” I throw my arms around his neck and slap a kiss to his cheek.
Then, I let go of him and skip my way over to the bus.
The doors are already open. The driver is sitting in his seat, waiting for us to board.
“Hi.” I smile at him.
“Good afternoon. I’m Derek, your driver for the next few hours.” He smiles at me.
“Nice to meet you, Derek. I’m Taylor.”
I don’t think he actually cares about my name, but I always feel the need to introduce myself when people tell me their names.
I feel Liam’s hand on my lower back. I turn to him.
“So, where do we sit?” I ask.
“Upstairs. It’s an open top, so you can see everything London has to offer.”
A frisson of excitement passes through me. “We really have the whole bus to ourselves?” I ask as I walk toward the stairs.
“We really do.”
I stop, my foot on the first step. “You’re awesome.” I grin at him.
“I know.” He gives my ass a slap. “Now, hurry up and get your hot arse up the stairs, so we can get this show on the road.”
I quickly make my way up the stairs.
When I reach the top, I look around. “Where should we sit?” I ask him.
He stands behind me, his hands resting on my hips. “Front seat. Best in the house.”
I tilt my head back against his chest, looking up at his smiling handsome face.
“Thank you for this,” I say softly. “It’s really great.”
His fingers stroke down my cheek, his touch featherlight. “You’re only here for two weeks. I want every day to be great for you.” He leans his face down to mine, gently pressing his lips to mine.
“Mr. Hunter, Miss Taylor, I’ll be setting off in a few minutes. Make sure to take your seats.” Derek’s voice comes over the intercom.
“Guess we’d better take our seats,” I whisper to Liam.
He gives me another quick kiss, and then I release myself from his touch, walking to the front of the bus.
A big smile spreads across my face when I see what’s sitting on the front seat. “They’ve provided a picnic as well.”
There’s a picnic basket and a tartan blanket folded up beside it, sitting on the seat.
His hands touch my shoulders. “I brought the picnic,” he says.
My smile grows wider, my heart swelling.
I turn to face him. “You made me a picnic?”
“I did.”
I touch a hand to his face. “You’re kinda perfect right now, you know that?”
He gives me a mock-offended look. “I think you meant to say that I’m always perfect.”
I smile at him. Then, I reach up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re always perfect in bed,” I whisper in his ear, my lips brushing over his skin.
I love the shiver it elicits from him.
“Damn fucking right I am.” His voice is a low rasp. “Now, sit down before I show the whole of London just how good at fucking I am when I bend you over this seat and screw you right here.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” I meet his eyes.
“I guess I haven’t shown you just how far I am willing to go when it comes to you. Looks like I’m going to have to rectify that.”
Then, he takes my mouth with his, kissing me like he means it. His strong hands gripping the back of my dress, he brings me into his hard body. His hips press into my stomach, and I feel his erection against me.
He wasn’t kidding. But is he really going to screw me on an open-top bus in the middle of London in broad daylight?
The bus suddenly lurches forward, breaking our hot little moment.
Liam’s eyes are blazing down on mine. His hand caresses my cheek. “We’ll save the sex for later. Right now, you’re going to see the sights that London has to offer.”
I take my seat, squirming in it. My panties are soaked to hell, and I’m wondering just how long this tour is going to take, so we can get back to my hotel and get on with the sex.
Yes, I’ve turned into a total sex maniac, and I blame Liam Hunter entirely for being so damn good at it.
“A carnival. You’ve brought me to a carnival.” I smile warmly up at Liam.
It’s early evening. The bus dropped us off at Hyde Park, and a carnival is happening here.