Page 22 of Spiralling Skywards
He chuckled and pulled me in closer. That definitely garnered a response, mostly from my nipples, which were hard enough to cut glass.
“Well, you look gorgeous and smell even better, even if you haven’t got a lot to say for yourself right now.” He spoke with his lips pressed against my ear. Goose bumps immediately radiated from the point where his breath touched my skin to every piece of flesh covering my body. I was both too hot and too cold all at once, if that were even a possibility. The satin and lace of my bra now felt rough and scratchy, what a totally inopportune moment to discover that I had sensitive nipples.
Before I could get a grip on the sensation overload hitting me, I gave another shiver. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“If you keep shivering like that I’m gonna get paranoid that you’re scared of me.”
“I’m not scaredofyou, I’m scared ofmeandmyreactiontoyou.”
My mouth had finally gotten fed up with waiting for instructions from my brain and just gone with whatever it wanted without any filter or regard for whether the words were appropriate. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I was grateful for the partial darkness inside the vehicle that hopefully concealed my blush.
He pulled away from me and my stomach did a flip-flop kind of manoeuvre, instantly making me feel queasy. I’d said too much. We hadn’t even made it out of the taxi, and I was fucking things up.
“You wanna know a secret, pretty girl?”
Nerves got the better of me as I fought not to shudder in pleasure over what he’d just called me. It wasn’t just the term, it was that accent and the pure, unabashed look of lust in his eyes. It. Was. Just. Him!
“You’re having the same effect on me. I’ve never felt a reaction this strong, or is it an attraction? Anyway, whatever it is, it’s new to me.”
He moved back in, getting even closer to me, eyes still darting all over my face. I didn’t doubt for a moment the sincerity that I could see in them as they met mine.
“Since the second I laid eyes on you last night . . .” He tilted his head to the side, shook it slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “I haven’t got a fucking clue. I just had to know you. Fuck, I don’t even have the words. Just believe me when I say, if you’re scared, I’m fucking terrified.”
Well shit.
“That’ll be twelve quid please, mate,” the taxi driver interrupted. We remained staring at each other for a few moments longer before Liam turned away. He slid his hand in his pocket and pulled fifteen pounds from his wallet.
“No worries, mate, keep the change.”
That fucking accent was enough to charm the armour-plated knickers off a nun. I should’ve known right then that me and my flimsy La Senza thong didn’t stand a chance.
