I shake it off, but I can’t stop myself from looking at his hands as they knead my feet and legs, which went numb from the cold. And maybe also from being hung by my wrists.
But all that seems to fade into oblivion when Liam looks up at me with those beautifully haunted eyes of his. “Did anyone else even touch you?”
A blush spreads on my cheeks. “What … like this?” I shake my head.
He smirks. “I’m glad I’m the first to touch these feet,” he says. “But I meant more than that, and I think you know.”
It’s becoming harder and harder to breathe.
“I …” I don’t know how to answer.
I can’t believe we’re talking about this.
I’ve already told him something I never wanted to tell anyone, let alone him out of all people.
All because I couldn’t stop my thighs from clenching when he tried to take me.
He was almost there … almost inside me …
The blush only grows redder.
He squeezes my ankle, pulling me from my thoughts. “Have you ever even been with anyone?”
I frown. “You want me to list all my boyfriends?”
His brow rises. “Did you ever have any? Or are you just going to make them up now?”
“You sure care a lot,” I quip. “Jealous?”
The smirk on his face only grows bigger and more obvious. “Jealous? Of what exactly?” His tongue dips out to lick his lips. “Their amazing skills?”
I just know he means the way he just made me come so hard I could almost scream out his name.
And why did that make me all hot and bothered again?
Dammit.
He snorts. “Because I don’t think any of your ‘ex-boyfriends,’” he says, sliding his hand slowly up my calves, “have ever made you come as hard as I did with my tongue.” I swallow back the excitement, and he takes his hand off my leg. “If they even existed at all.”
He gets up and walks off to the bathroom, and my eyes are glued to his body … because he’s sporting a clearly rock-hard dick without a care in the world.
And I can’t stop fucking staring at it. Mouthwatering.
Jesus Christ.
“Sure, go ahead. Make it a joke for all I care,” I bark.
He comes back with something that looks like an ointment, and he kneels in front of me again and grabs my hands, tugging them down so they’re right above my lap. Then he begins rubbing it into my skin. It’s warm and feels kind of nice.
Unlike the sting of him finding out I am still a virgin.
“Nothing about you is a joke to me,” he says after a while, looking up at me from underneath his lashes. “It never was.”
I gulp.
Hard.
And I don’t even know how to respond.