Carbon monoxide: tasteless, colorless, odorless, and highly toxic…each breath they took was killing them slowly.
“Are you all right?”
I looked over at him, eyebrow raised. “And why wouldn’t I be? It was my plan wasn’t it?”
“No, your plan was to blow them up…you’re a pyromaniac.” He smirked.
I felt my eyes narrow at that. It sounded like I was the one who was more likely to blow shit up when I had actually learned that from him. “Coming from the man whose first choice is always to ‘light these motherfuckers up’…funny. Let’s just say it was a team effort.”
“Let’s not fight over credit, it’s beneath us—”
“Beneath you maybe, but I’m a greedy wife; it’s one of my many sins.” I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my lips. He leaned over, lifted my chin up, and held it in front of him.
His lips hovered over mine. “I’m very acquainted with your sins, wife, they are what make you uniquely qualified to be mine.”
He didn’t kiss me, but he didn’t back away. The more he stared me down, the more I wanted him. Finally, his lips brushed up against mine.
“Say it,” he demanded, his free hand gripping my breast. I moaned into him as he began to trail kisses down my neck, pulling down the top of my blouse.
“Stop the car and get out!” I managed to say as I grabbed a fistful of his hair; Liam didn’t seem to give a fuck. I bit my finger, turning my head away from him as he kissed up and down my neck, grabbing a handful of my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth, the buttons of my shirt popping off.
“Liam…” I moaned when I heard the car doors open and close. Slowly I fell onto my back.
“You still haven’t said it.” He grinned above me, pulling off his tie. I laid there, my tits exposed, nipples hardening at the tension growing in the air. His green eyes bored holes into me, demanding I give into him…to beg him to fuck me.
Raising my hand, I reached up and placed my finger on his lips.
“You have to earn it, baby.” I traced his lips and he took my finger into his mouth, biting it softly.
“And how do I do that, Mrs. Callahan?” he questioned.
Smiling to myself, I spread my legs for him. “I’m sure you will figure it out.”
Like a lion, he hovered over me, his body directly over mine. Again he kissed me, his tongue brushing over mine over and over again…I was so distracted that when his hand slipped between my legs I jumped slightly, moaning into his mouth.
“As you wish,” he replied, going down on me.
“FUCK!” I hissed out, grabbing the seat beside me when he spread the lips of my pussy with his tongue. Fuck!
Shamelessly I rocked against his lips, grabbing my own breast, my heart racing, my mouth ajar as my eyes rolled back. He didn’t stop sliding his fingers into me…I couldn’t breathe, sweat forming on my face and rolling down my neck, past the valley of my breasts.
“Liam!” I moaned out when he licked my clit, my body trembling “Ahh…”
He drank all of me, rising back up, wiping the corner of his mouth with a wicked smirk on his lips. “That was fast, baby.”
“It’s the wine,” I lied, grabbing the tie around his neck to pull him to me.
“Or I could be that good,” he whispered before kissing me, and I shivered at the taste of myself on his tongue. I wanted more of him. My hands moved around his neck then he grabbed them with one hand.
Breaking away from me, he yanked me forward until I sat up. He took a deep breath, his nose flared, and I could feel myself getting excited, my mouth going dry.
“Do it.” I provoked him, and he squeezed my hands harder. “I know you want me, baby, …don’t hold back on me now—”
He cut me off, pulling me into his lap. I could feel his huge cock throbbing against my stomach as he pulled up my skirt, exposing my bare ass.
“You push me too much, Melody.” His voice was low as he grabbed a handful of my ass.
“Not enough apparently—AH!” My hands closed into fists as he smacked me so hard my mouth dropped open. “Again.”