Page 64 of Aim Assist

When I slap at his arms, he stops immediately, raising them up. My body's cold without his hands on me, but I slither off the chair with my tongue between my teeth, reaching for the buckle of his pants.

Liam's breathing grows shallow as I fumble for a second until I realize his button is the kind that clips together. Easy.

His cock—

"Amy." That voice of his sends shudders down my spine, down my arms, down my everything. His hands reach for me and I bat them away.

"Shut up. I'm trying to admire this."

His cock is—

"Amy."

Oh, my God.

"I said, shut up." Reaching my hand toward him, I enjoy the soft, velvety—

"Amy." He's reaching for me again, and this time he's not listening to my smacks.

"Oh. My. God. What?" Exasperated, I glance up, only to see Liam's not looking at me. His eyes are somewhere behind me.

On the ground.

Where a familiar rattle enters my ears and wakes me up from the sexual haze I'm in.

Liam's hands grip my waist as he leans forward, lifting me into his arms with deliberate, controlled movements.

My mind reels. And how the hell are his pants still on? I unbuckled that.

Magic. Fucking magic.

"Stay still," he warns, voice low and tense.

I cling to his neck as he walks us backward, away from the chair, away from whatever spooked him. His muscles flex beneath me, each step measured. Deliberate. The heat of his body seeps into mine, stoking the embers of my frustration into a burning ache.

After several long strides, he stops, still holding me aloft. I shift in his grip, trying to meet his gaze. "Was there a snake back there?" I try to inject a little levity into the situation, not sure I want to hear the answer. "Or am I so bad at blow jobs that you had to stop me before I could even try?"

Liam's brow furrows, his eyes darting back to the chair. His silence is the only confirmation I need.

"I was on my knees with a nope rope right behind me." Jesus Christ. Embarrassment floods through me. My arousal was already doused like being dunked into an icy pool, but I notice he's still standing at attention. Hah. Crazy. Maybe it takes a while for it to go down. Or maybe even looming death isn't enough to douse his fire. "I was too busy staring at your dick to notice a fucking snake."

A choked sound escapes him, halfway between a laugh and a groan. "It was a rattlesnake. I heard it right before you..." He trails off, gaze flicking down to my lips.

I bury my burning face against his neck. "Jesus. I can't believe I almost got us killed because I tried to put your dick in my mouth."

"Hey." Liam's voice is soft murmur, soothing all the freaked out jitters. I hate snakes. Hate them.

He shifts me in his arms, one hand coming up to cup my cheek. "It isn't like you did anything wrong. And I'm pretty fucking pissed that one little snake got between me and what I wanted." His thumb strokes my jaw, tilting my head back to meet his eyes. "What I still want."

I snort. "You should put it back in your pants, because my lips aren't going anywhere near that. It'll be at least a year before I recover from this."

Spoiler: It doesn't take a year.

It takes about ten minutes and an empty elevator that fails while we're the only ones in it.

"We're stuck, aren't we?" I push all the buttons, including the emergency one, once I'm back on my feet.

Liam doesn't seem panicked at all. He stands in the corner, arms crossed, looking around the ceiling.

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