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.
“Well, we don’t call it a carnival. It’s a funfair to us English folk. But is it okay, bringing you here?” Liam stares down at me. “I know it’s not something on your list, but—”
“It’s great.” I beam. “I love carnivals or funfairs or whatever they’re called!”
Well, I don’t like the rides—at all. I don’t mind the small rides—okay, the kiddie rides, which I can’t get away with riding because I don’t have a kid. But I just love playing the games in the booths along with the popcorn and cotton candy and candy apples. I have a sweet tooth, if you didn’t guess.
I love it all, the atmosphere and fun to be had, and I am so ready to have this kind of fun.
Not that the tour of London wasn’t fun. It was amazing, seeing all the sights and sharing the picnic that Liam had made for us. I swear, if he ever decides to give up being a businessman, he’ll make someone a great house husband one day. But the day was tainted with a little sadness for me. I couldn’t help but think about my mother growing up here, especially when we drove around Knightsbridge.
And thinking about my mother leads to thinking about the rest of my family…and it hurts.
But I’m not here to hurt or dwell. I’ll be seeing my family really soon.
Now is the time for me to live in the little life that I have left.
And I want to do that living with Liam.
Grabbing ahold of his hand, I start speed-walking us into the carnival.
“I take it, this was a good call to come here then.” Liam chuckles.
“It was a great call.” I slow down, so we’re walking side by side.
Liam drops my hand and puts his arm over my shoulder, pulling me close to his side.
“What do you want to do first?” Liam asks as we start walking down the path lined with booths selling trinkets and food.
“You choose,” I tell him.
A smile crosses his face. “Do you like rides?”
I grimace. “No,” I respond immediately because I really dislike rides.
Being strapped in while you go at crazy speeds and up to stupid heights or get thrown around? No, thanks.
Then, I stop myself. Like, literally, I stop walking.
Liam stops, too, and moves to stand in front of me. “You okay?” he asks, a touch of concern furrowing his brow.
“Yeah.” I nod. “Just…I hate rides. Well, maybe not hate, but I definitely dislike them a significant amount.”
“That was very specific.”
“I’m a specific kinda girl.” I flash my eyes at him.
“Okay, Miss Specific, how about we just hit up the stalls and eat food, and then I can kick your arse at games?”
I pause again, caught in my thoughts.
“You there?” Liam waves a hand in front of my face.
“I’m thinking,” I tell him.
“Do I need to sit down for this? Is it going to take a while?”
“No. But then again, five minutes is a long time for an old man like you, so maybe you should sit.” I smirk.
He shakes his head at me. “I might just sit down, so I can put you over my knee and spank your arse for being smart.”
“So, I get spanked for being smart? Sounds like a win-win to me.” I widen my grin.
He chuckles. “See? That’s why I like you, Boston.”
“’Cause I let you spank me?”
Stepping closer, he pushes his fingers into my hair. “That, and”—he brushes his lips over mine—“because that smart mouth of yours gets my dick hard at the most inappropriate moments.”