Out of all the bullshit I’ve endured in my life, hypothermia is the bitch that’s going to take me out.
He raises his hands in mock surrender, stopping in his tracks.
“If you come closer to me, I can warm you back up,” he says, the amused smirk on his face pissing me off further.
Liam snorts at my resistance, his impatience getting the better of him, so he closes in on me to wrap his giant arms around me. His touch alone sends a pulsing heat careening through my body. His hold on me isn’t tight at first, giving me an out if I want to take it.
My body leans in closer, seeking the heat and comfort he brings. Liam’s arms strengthen around me, then he leans down and nuzzles his face against my neck. My shivering settles, but the feel of his hot breath on my exposed throat sends a shudder throughout my body.
“I had a gun pointed at my head tonight,” he says in a tone so low the pounding rain nearly steals it from the air, despite his mouth being so close to my ear. “When that gun pressed against me, do you know what the first thing I thought of was?”
I let his question settle in the air before I respond, trying to bite back my irritation at myself for allowing any of this to happen.
“The tiny amount of brain matter that would litter the ground?”
Okay, maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
Liam straightens, pulling away enough to look into my eyes and capturing my chin between his fingers. “Be serious with me for once.”
All amusement has left his beautiful face, replaced by regret and worry. Sometimes I forget most people don’t live life watching their backs, never knowing the familiarity of a gun barrel pressed against your head or how you have to outsmart someone almost daily just to see tomorrow.
There’s darkness in Liam Brenner, fighting to be released. He dips his toe in my world just enough to keep it at bay but never dives headfirst. I want to bring what’s buried inside of him out and unleash it into the world.
The wickedness consuming every inch of purity would be the most beautiful sight.
He lets go of my chin, running his knuckles down my face before he traces my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. His other hand is on the small of my back, keeping me flush against him. My breath hitches, and his gaze drops to my mouth as my lips part.
“You,” he breathes out. “You were the first thing to run through my mind. Never seeing those emerald eyes that haunt my dreams again.”
Liam tucks a loose curl behind my ear, his stare unwavering, speaking straight to the parts of my soul that have somehow remained untarnished.
“Never hearing that irritating smart mouth of yours. Never getting the chance to punish it the way I want to when it talks back.”
Liam’s last statement goes straight to my pussy. Lifting on my tiptoes, I press my lips against his, wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to my level. There’s hesitance in our kiss, me knowing how fucked up this is and actually caring, and him expecting me to pull away.
When I don’t, his kiss turns hungrier, needier, matching my intensity. He never once tries to take control. My tongue runs along his bottom lip, asking permission to enter. He willingly opens his mouth and groans as our tongues touch. Grabbing my ass, he hauls me up, and my legs instantly wrap around his waist. Liam walks forward until my back hits the cold, hard rock wall.
He pulls back, watching me like I might melt onto the ground with rain dripping from our bodies. There’s disbelief in his icy blue eyes, as though he’s wondering if he’s living another dream.
I allow him his moment while I silently plead with my pussy that this is a bad idea and we can’t do this.
Dry it up, cunt.
Literally.
Let’s be real. My kitty is about as soaked as my body. It’s only a matter of time before it begs Liam for the cock that’s growing against me.
“And I know I could never die peacefully…” He smirks and brings his mouth to my ear. “Without ever tasting your cum on my tongue,” he growls.
He loosens his grip on me, trusting the wall and my legs around his waist to hold me up. One hand roams my body while the other reaches up and twists around my hair, yanking my head back. He trails rough kisses down my neck, biting and teasing my skin.
My hips buck forward, grinding against his steely cock, seeking the friction I desperately need. He growls at the contact, pressing his body closer. His lips crash onto mine, and I hold his head in place, not wanting him to move away from me.
I’m utterly bewildered, having never felt anything like this before. A few minutes ago, I saw red, freezing, and pissed off, and now I’m burning with the need to feel Liam Brenner against my bare skin. I know I could come to regret this, but right now, all I want is this moment.
My nails trail down Liam’s back before sliding underneath his shirt, needing to feel his flesh. He pulls away to shuck off his jacket before tearing at my wet clothes. Liam disposes of my top and jacket somewhere behind him. My hands move to pull at his shirt, but he has other plans.
Snatching my wrists in his hands, he slams my arms on the rock wall behind me. The jagged edges cut into my skin, and I welcome the pain. Liam’s usual light eyes are dark and full of mischief. A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, and he raises an eyebrow in warning.