Ice To Meet You

Tit for tat

Liam's POV

She tastes minty and chocolaty and even though I hate that combo on an ice-cream, on her mouth it tastes scrumptious. I am consumed by the intense craving to tear her clothes off and devour every inch of her gorgeous body—feel her in every way possible. She's a fucking virgin and I have to keep my vow, I must be tender with her—except she is making it impossibly hard by making me so hard. Her soft fingers are touching my chest and she's kissing my abs—I still can't believe she tore my shirt. Not that I care about the shirt but her passion towards me is so sexy. Is there anything this woman does that is not sexy?

I lift her mouth to mine and crush her lips softly—she kisses me back and she's not having it—she's not slowing down today. She's kissing me with a fervor and scratching my scalp with the perfect amount of pressure to make it pleasurable. I take my hands and put it inside my hoodie—her hoodie, it belongs to her now. I can feel her delicate little waist and she's wriggling with my touch—it's so cute that she's ticklish everywhere. I am going to have so much fun spoiling the fuck out of her—for as long as I am interested of course. Which may be a little longer for her but I give this heat between us a month to cool down. It can't sizzle for any longer that anyway not without burning us both out.

I move my hand up the hoodie and she's not wearing a bra—holy fuck I love it! I squeeze her tits and they feel like ripe avocados.

"Liam..." she moans my name and it's hot as fuck. I squeeze them harder and she lets out a cry—I curl my fingers around her nipples and twist them. Combination of a moan and a scream comes out of her mouth and I shift in my seat. My pants are getting constricted.

She pushes me away by placing her palms on my chest and has an upside smile—like a lower lip pout thing going on that kids have when they are upset. I can't help but cover her lips with my own.

She's such a toddler—so innocent and raw.

A car pulls up behind us and I think we should take this somewhere more private. I would hate for someone to see an inch of her that she doesn't deliberately exhibit.

"Are you calling me upstairs?" I torment her by licking her neck as I wait for her answer.

"Yes..." she sighs as the words leave her mouth and I kiss her some more. What is it about her that I can't get enough of?

Once I sleep with her—this compulsive thirst to consume her will be quenched and I can move on with my life. Since that day outside the ball—all I've wanted to do is bang her against quite a few objects.

I open the car door and carry her out of it. She needs more meat in her bones, I can almost feel her delicate rib cage. She wraps her arms around me and I shut the door behind us. This isn't a permanent parking place but I can afford a ticket. I'll text Wilson to fix this.

Her hair smells like vanilla—I douse my nose in her long sleek black locks and I can feel a click. She had left her scent in my car yesterday, a peculiar hint of sugar and sweetness. It's like she intentionally leaves a little bit of Mia lingering behind and a hint of her haunts me long after she's gone.

Her perfume clings to me like the stench of my cigarettes and I just hope she's not as hard to quit.

She kisses my neck and her lips are soft against my hard skin. She makes her way down to my pectoral muscles and I am trying desperately to hold her body steady—I can't bear the thought of me dropping her. However hard she is making it for me. I grab her arse tightly and her gentle kisses on my chest are causing chills all over. Of course, I hold in my response—it's just my body reacting to hers. Purely chemical and nothing special at all.

As I carry her to my building she's kissing, licking and touching every inch of my chest in full public view. We pass a bunch of people and she doesn't stop on their accord. It's half sexy and half insane, which is to say it's all parts, Mia.

I shift slightly and move one of my hand from her arse to press the elevator button. I think she's giving me a frown—which is too cute to not kiss so I press my lips on her. She pulls my hair hard and ouch it fucking hurts! I stop kissing her.

"Damn it, Mia!" I yell and she doesn't even look at me. She's back to kissing my chest and I think she likes my six pack abs—which I work my arse to maintain—so I am suitably pleased.

The lift is here. The door opens and people, a lot of people get out. She doesn't look up—she's really feeling me right now. It's hot.

"Get a fucking room!" The guy with braids yells at us and since her face is covered by long black hair, I can't tell if she's embarrassed—I don't think she truly knows how many people are staring at us at this exact moment. I want to punch that bastard even though he is right. We are being rather rude.

Holy fuck. You would think that with a roomful of strangers she would behave but she's licking my chest—and it tickles. Her cold tongue flickering against my chest is making me squirm. I am trying so hard to hold in the chuckle she's causing my body to produce. I push us inside the hopefully empty lift but no such luck.

There are two women talking—now staring—thank god Mia's face is covered.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" The blonde in an overly raspy voice says and I don't know. Maybe she does, I don't have time for her right now.

"Are you William Kent?" the girl next to her says.

I open my mouth to say something but before I can utter a word Mia lifts her face and kisses me on the mouth.

Not the gentle kiss you would expect from a girl like her—she has her tongue all over my mouth. Her mouth is completely in my mouth and she's eating my face in front of women who probably know me and if this is what I get for being exclusive—I am liking it so far. I kiss her back; she deepens the kiss by moving closer to my body and wrapping her arms forcefully around my neck.

She lifts her arse up and covers part of my chest with her upper body. Her passion is infectious and I close my eyes and thrust my tongue down her throat forcefully.

She doesn't get unsettled by my intensity and pulls my hair harshly. Does she know I have a thing for pleasure and pain combined together?

The ting sound of the elevator breaks our kiss and I flung open my eyes and carry her out of the lift. I hold her up against the wall in the hallway and we drink each other in. I don't think she comprehends the beast she's awakened in me.

She breaks the kiss to come up for air. She's panting. Her cheeks are flushed and she has a look entering her eyes. The half-stoned and half-drunk even though she is completely sober look and it's turning me the fuck on.

She pushes her hair back and if my hands weren't gripping her—I would be doing this. She looks around, pushes her head back and starts laughing. The sound of her voice traveling all over my body.

"Liam..." she's trying to talk but she won't stop laughing and I don't know what's amusing her. Gosh, she's so darn beautiful.

She places her palms on my cheeks and I think she's trying to say something but she's laughing even harder now. Her body is vibrating in my embrace and I still don't know what's funny here.

"Why are you laughing?" I want to know—I want to know everything about her. Her favorite childhood toy to her grandest dreams—I want access to everything that makes her—her.

"This is not our floor Liam," she finally manages to say and is now laughing some more. Crap! I did not realize where we were and that hasn't happened before. I don't lose track of important details like this. I look around and fortunately, no one is around—this girl is making me lose control.