“I hate groceries, so fuck it. Right?” I dash for the list again. My fingers grasp the slick plastic coating before Liam lifts himself from the couch.
Liam has to be a foot taller than me, my list no longer in reaching distance. A growl of frustration escapes my lips as I stomp my foot. He smiles down at me like he finds my irritated display cute.
I teeter on my feet, my hands grabbing onto his arms for stability. The warm skin of his biceps heats my fingers. His rigid muscles tense under my hands, teasing me to feel him up like a creep.
I look up at him as I step away, putting some room between us. He offers me a toothy grin as he pulls out his phone and turns on the flashlight to assess my items. I want to die right here, right now, in some dingy Chinese bar to an Asian rendition of Elvis Presley.
“You even color-coded it?” Liam’s surprised voice comes off sincere.
My eyes hold his steady, facing my fate. “I like to be organized and detail-oriented. Why make a list if it isn’t perfect? Now give it back.” I hold my palm out and tap my foot.
Liam childishly waves it above my head. His height makes the task of snatching my list impossible. I bounce up and down to no avail, unable to reach his hand. My body rubs against his firm chest. The contact makes me jump back a foot and nearly twist an ankle.
His chuckle sounds more like a rumble. “You’re making it hard to read. Cut it out.”
“Well, excuse me for the inconvenience. Didn’t your mom teach you that it’s not nice to take things from others?”
“Must have missed that lecture. But my mama taught me how sharing is caring, so maybe you need a lesson or two yourself.” His smirk and the alcohol I’ve consumed override my senses. That and the way he pronounces mama, hinting at his accent and boyishness.
“My, my, Miss Mitchell, what a dirty mind you have. I’ve clearly underestimated you.” Liam shakes his head as his flashlight illuminates the page.
I rub my eyes, attempting to rid myself of this nightmare.
Nope, didn’t work. Liam is still here, in his sexy glory, illuminating my list with his phone.
He reads my list, ignoring my state of distress. “Go skinny-dipping. Buy a vibrator. Try foreplay with ice, now that is quite bold. You’re in luck, wanting to kiss a foreigner, because turns out you have one at your disposal right here. Do karaoke while drinking, completed. Try new food, go skydiving, watch porn, play strip poker, kiss someone in front of the Eiffel Tower. Ah, now you’re talking. Get tied up and be blindfolded.”
I attempt to rip the list from his hands, but he holds strong, continuing my torture.
“No need to get rough. Come from oral sex and experience multiple orgasms in one night. Basic, but I like it. Mirror sex sounds hot as fuck, you secret voyeur. Have sex in public, have sex against a wall, have a quickie, and get high. And last but most certainly not least, have outdoor sex. I have to say, I’m impressed by your level of creativity and boldness.”
If I had a drink in my hand, I wonder if I would’ve thrown it in Liam’s face. His smirk tempts me to go to the bar and fulfill my fantasy.
He taps my scrunched nose. “You know what we have to do now, right?”
“I’m sure you’ll tell me whether I ask or not.”
“Smart girl. I’m making it my project to help you with this. It’ll be our secret.” His words make my skin break out in goosebumps. Liam has a way of screwing me without ever getting me in bed.
Mindfucked. Every damn time.
7
Liam
Jax and I spend our free time relaxing in the McCoy motorhome suite area. I lie on a gray leather couch, scrolling through my phone, passing the time before the Russian Grand Prix practice round. Shanghai finished on a high note. The weekend went by fast with a bonus of spending time with Sophie.
Sweet Sophie with lips meant for kissing and a body made for fucking. The girl who looks at me with wide eyes whenever I flirt with her, tempting me to give up on my dry spell. The same one who’s popped into my mind over the last week more times than I care to admit.
My phone vibrates. A new text from Claudia lights up my phone, disgust sitting heavy in my stomach as I open another unwelcome message.
“Claudia sent me another nude.” I delete the picture before it saves onto one of the clouds.
Jax grunts before taking a swig of his water. “Mate, she’s obsessed with you. I thought she would let go of it by now. It’s been two months already.”
A groan escapes my lips as I try to wipe away the mental image of Claudia lying down in bed without clothes. My life has become a recurring nightmare of unsolicited photos, trashy articles, and ridiculous press releases.