I suck in a sharp breath.
Holy fucking shit.
I need a moment.
“My God, Liam,” I murmur, awestruck. “You’re…There are no words.”
Liam O’Connell is nothing short of astonishing. Tall, powerful, and sothick, I’m stunned at the sight he paints. His skin is paler than mine and he has a light dusting of dark brown hair that heightens his masculinity. My fingers go to his rounded belly and move towards his love handles, caressing every beautiful inch of him. Those emotive eyes of his follow my movements like he’s bewitched as I drag my hands up his chest, feeling his heart thundering beneath my palm. I move to his brawny arms, which evoke the feeling of home when he wraps them around me securely.
I’m a big girl, but standing in front of him, I feel small and protected.
I complete my journey by looping my forearms around his neck.
Our eyes meet and I see a thousand questions swimming in Liam’s blue depths.
My sexy, battle-hardened warrior.
“You’re perfect,” I finally declare with utmost sincerity. “Absolutely perfect—”
Before I can complete my sentence, Liam kisses me hard and presses his forehead to mine, shivering gently. He’s absorbing my truth and doing his damnedest not to let his demons win.
“We all have good and bad days, Liam. No one wakes up every morningalwaysloving the way they look. I too have days where I don’t feel my best and that’s okay. We are human after all. Self-love is about accepting and respecting yourself. It’s about appreciating all our flaws and strength—mental, physical, emotional—and not comparing yourself to a standard the world has set out. It’s about treating yourself with kindness and realizing your worth. There is no one like you on this Earth and I wish you’d see what I see when I look at you. Unrefined beauty that takes my breath away. You’re priceless, Liam O’Connell. Please don’t ever forget it.”
A storm of emotions plays across his face. Shell-shock. Gratitude. Pure, unadulterated glee.
Liam tightens his arms around me, a silent message that states he’s keeping me forever. He has nothing to worry about. I’m never leaving him.
“How did I get so lucky and find a girl like you?” he rasps with wonder. “How is it that the universe knew exactly what I needed and brought you into my life at a time when I felt so hopeless? I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I plan on spending the rest of my life making you the happiest woman.”
Hell, maybe I have a praise kink too because now I’m staring at him with unabashed joy. “Liam…”
“I promise I’m going to do my best every day to see myself in a better light. Not just for you, but for myself because…I deserve it,” he says hesitantly and I nod in encouragement. “And I want to live a life where I’m confident and self-accepting of all the things that make me…me.”
Yes, yes, yes. This is what I want for him too. “I’ll be here every step of the way for you. I swear it, Liam.”
“Kiss me,” he whispers. “And let’s forget about the world. I’m ready to lose myself in you.”
Mabel
“I’m a virgin,” Liam murmurs against my lips when we pull apart for air. “Does that bother you?”
The thought that I’ll be Liam’s first makes me so hot. I’m picturing his face in the throes of passion as he learns what it’s like to fuck—hard, fast, slow—and feel my silk wrapped around his hardness. Will he be a quiet or a loud lover? Will he be gentle or downright rough? I can’t wait to learn it all.
“That you’re a virgin? No. I’m practically coming at the prospect of popping your cherry.”
“I want to meet your expectations, Bel. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
I tear open his belt, pull it out of the loops, and drop it to the floor. Next, I attack the button of his black slacks. My skin is vibrating with the need to see all of him, including that impressive cock that I’ve only ever felt as we grinded in the back seat of his car. “I can assure you, Liam, anything you do to me, I’m going to like. My expectations have rarely been met. If there’s one guy who can rock my world right, it’s you.”
“How many guys have there been before me?”
I don’t register the hard edge in his tone. I’m so focused on getting his pants off so I can see his briefs and—holy hell. Liam. Is. Packing. My eyes widen and I sputter. That has to be an easy eight-incher. Or nine. Shit, maybe even ten. My pussy clenches. Out of fear or excitement? Who knows.
Liam suddenly grabs my jaw and redirects my face to his. I gasp, caught off guard by the roughness but also…loving it. “How many guys have there been before me, baby?” Fire burns in his gaze as he repeats his question.
I goad him like a brat, “Why, are you jealous?”
He’ssojealous and I love it.
