our special little bubble by going out anywhere for dinner, and I wasn’t fussy about what we ate, so Liam just threw together some food for us, from the supplies that his housekeeper, Aggie, had left. She seemed lovely - kind and caring - not at all intimidating, as I’d somehow expected her to be.
I thought about the fact that I knew Kimberley had handed herself to Liam on a plate twice now, and I believed him when he said he’d turned her down both times. He’d chosen me instead. He was here with me now, not her. It was me he loved, not Kimberley. So I had to step up to the plate and ‘woman up’. I had to stop acting the whiney, insecure, pathetic little girl as I had been up till now, and instead meet Liam head on.
I decided that I was going to learn every trick and skill in the book to be the best lover he’d ever had, so that he’d never give any of his previous lovers a second thought from now on. But they hadn't been his lovers, they’d just been his sexual partners, that was the crucial difference, wasn’t it? Considering his past history, I realised that Liam had really put himself out on a limb to tell me that he loved me, when talking about these kind of feelings obviously didn't come naturally to him.
I truly valued that about him. I can't stand insincerity, like a guy telling you he loves you on the first date, just to try and get into your knickers.
Liam’s obvious total sincerity when he told me he loved me meant that I believed him when he e xplained how Scott had tried to manipulate things - I’d always had a bad feeling about that guy anyway, for some reason. And as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn't really blame Kimberley for lusting after Liam when she had no idea about me, could I? But when he’d set her right, I bet she’d been gobsmacked. She may well have been misled by Scott, but my inner bitch would still have loved to have seen the look on her face.
So now, whatever happened, whatever came our way, I was going to put my faith and trust in Liam. And I had to start by being equally as honest with him as he’d been with me. I had to face my ins ecurities and open up to him. He deserved to feel the way I had when he’d told me he loved me.
I gently kissed his chest as I lay in his arms while he lay dozing, his big strong arms wrapped around me protectively in the way that I loved. His eyes flew open as he looked down at me.
“Good god woman, are you still not satisfied?” he slowly grinned at me, while running his hand over my hip.
“Actually, I just want to talk to you,” I smiled back, as I kissed his lips. For such a big, powerful man, he had surprisingly soft lips. I loved his lips.
“Talk? Is that all? Because I'm sure I could rise to the occasion if you had other ideas.” He pushed his hips towards me, and I could already feel the stirrings of his interest against me.
“Yes, just talk, Liam. For now, anyway.” I resisted the temptation of taking his delightful cock in my hand and encouraging his interest. I loved his cock.
“Okay,” he sighed, as he rolled onto his back, pulling me to lie on his chest. For a minute, I just lay there and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart, which was solid and dependable, just like him. My Liam.
“I just wanted you to know… I just thought you should be aware…” I started. Wow, this was much harder than I’d imagined, especially as Liam was now running his hand over the cheeks of my backside.
“Have I told you what a great, sexy bottom you have?” he murmured, as he leaned down to nuzzle my neck. God, he smelled so good, I found myself thinking as I ran my fingers through the soft silkiness of his spiky hair. I loved his hair.
“Liam, stop it! I have to tell you something important, and you’re distracting me!” I pushed myself back from him and tried to clear my head from the powerful spell he always cast over me, which meant we