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?”
Fuck.
Why the hell did I put that on my list?
Because I wasn’t expecting someone else to read it.
Mortification fills every part of me, and my face starts to burn.
Fighting against my discomfort, I fold my arms over my chest and lift my chin. “So what if I haven’t had oral sex? It’s not like it’s the law, you know.”
“Well, it fucking should be. I just…” He scratches his head. “How in the hell has someone who looks like you not had a guy go down on her before? I’d think men would be queuing up, begging to do it.”
“Clearly, they haven’t been,” I mutter, turning my eyes away.
“Well, we need to rectify this immediately,” he says, determination in his voice, yanking my eyes straight back to his.
“What?” I squeak.
“I’m going to make you come with my mouth, and tongue.”
Holy Mary, Mother of God!
“I’m not going in the airplane restroom with you.” My voice is still squeaky, and that burn of embarrassment has turned into a total hot flush.
A deep rumble of a laugh escapes Liam. “Trust me, gorgeous, there would be nothing more uncomfortable than me trying to go down on you in an airplane bathroom. The first time you have oral sex, it should be fucking stupendous, something you’ll never forget. So, the moment we land, you and I are going straight to my place, and I’m going to strip you naked and give you the pleasure of my tongue. For hours.”
Hours?
My insides wobble. But my voice is clear. “I don’t think so.”
What?
“Why not?” He frowns.
Yeah, Taylor, why not?
“Because I don’t want a pity fuck.”
He shifts in his seat, facing me. “One, not fucking you would be the pity. And, two, I never said I was going to fuck you. I said I was going to give you oral sex.”
“Well, I don’t want pity oral sex then.”
“Believe me, there’ll be nothing pitiful about it. Just mind-blowing fucking pleasure.”
A hot rush of heat hits me straight between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together.
He notices and grins.
I put my hands on my lap, covering my lady parts. “I’m not going to your place with you,” I tell him. “I don’t know you. You’re a stranger. You might be a serial killer.”
“I might be. But isn’t fucking a stranger on your list?”
He’s got me there. “It is, but you’re not exactly selling me with the serial-killer shit.”
“I’m not a serial killer, I promise.”
“Said the serial killer before he slit my throat open.”
He throws his head back, laughing loudly.
A smile pushes onto my lips. His laugh is incredibly contagious.
Why am I so bothered if he is a serial killer? So I die a little early. At least I’d get to experience cunnilingus before I do.
I’m kidding. Sort of.
“Where do you live?” I ask him.
He stops laughing and cocks a brow. “Chelsea. It’s in London.”
Chelsea…nice area.
I ponder his offer for a moment. Can I really do this?
Well, you don’t exactly have much time left to live, and it’s not like you have a line of men offering to do this.
“Okay,” I say.
“Okay?” he repeats. He sounds a little surprised, which is odd, considering this guy’s high level of confidence.
“I’ll go back to your place with you, so we can…well, you can”—I gesture a hand to his face and then my crotch—“do that.”
Seriously, what is wrong with me?
A hot smile spreads across his gorgeous mouth. “Glad to hear it.”
He hands me back my list.
Taking it, I fold it up and put it along with my pen back in my bag.
Oh my God. I can’t believe I just agreed to go and have sex with him—well, not sex. Oral sex.
Oh, who am I kidding? I’ll totally end up having sex with him.
If he’s putting out, I’ll be taking.
When you have as little time as I do, pondering on the rights and wrongs of sexual etiquette clearly go out the window.