‘You guys have really tried to make this place a home.’
‘It isourhome,’ taking the box from her, I encourage her to lie back as I slot the bath pillow behind her neck. ‘It’s your home now too, princess.’
Chapter twenty-three
Isla
He’s going to make me all emotional again if he’s not careful.
The thought alone makes me cringe. Since when was I such a soppy mess? How have I gone from being compared to a raging bitch to some sobbing softie in the space of a month?
Liam’s a good man, no matter how much I want to try and think otherwise, I can’t find any proof to say he’s anything but considerate and these past weeks' actions have shown it over and over again.
The daily food parcels, the pregnancy books on literally the first day I arrived which I know he’d of had to go out and find since there is no way a once football stadium would randomly have a massive stash. Not to mention I’d asked Pam if anyonehad ever given birth since they moved here and she’d said no. Then his caring side for animals and the wee weans here and oh fucking hell how nicely he has treated me. I’d wanted space and he’d given me it. I’d needed comfort and he’d been right there. Now to top it all off he’s giving me my own personal spa treatment.
Fuck this man, he’s unbelievable in the best sorts of ways. And something has switched in me because I don’t want him to leave. I freaked the fuck out earlier when he had, fearing he’d never come back.
I want him like no other before and that terrifies me.
What if he’s like Steph and he doesn’t want me, doesn’t want this child and everything that he’s doing is down to him feeling obligated rather than him wanting this?
Liam’s gentle touch tickles my neck as he runs his finger over my pulse point, ‘Let go of those racing thoughts, baby. They have no place here.’
A shiver runs through me at the low timber of his voice. He sounds so menacing when he speaks from behind me like that. It’s almost as if he’s a dark shadow, one that has crept up on me.
Would I like that — him creeping up on me and doing whatever he wanted to me?
I’d loved it when he wore his mask and I didn’t know who or what he was. The mystery and danger that permeated the air gave me the biggest rush of my life.
Hot air fans against my ear, ‘You’re thinking about us again, aren’t you, princess?’
I shiver. How can he always tell?
Liam’s finger trails across my chest and I hold my breath.
‘Your breaths always become deeper, as if you're remembering exactly how I told you to breathe through it.’
Oh god, that filthy mouth. Not that I’d forgotten — not even a syllable that he had spoken to me — but nothing quite compares to hearing it again.
His finger lazily makes its way to circle painfully close to my hardened nipple, the peaked bud begging to be touched.
‘And these beautiful tits, fuck how I wanted to taste them that day.’ He groans, circling closer and causing my back to arch. ‘These give you away. Every. Single. Time, baby.’
My treacherous body is always giving me away. I should be mad but right now I can’t find it in me to care. In fact right now I’m about to thank her and her horniness for giving him all of these ideas.
I release a frustrated moan as his finger teases me, getting so close I feel like I'm about to combust before wanton frustration hits me as his touch leaves my breast, continuing his perusal of my body further down. Exactly towards my pulsing core.
Please, I almost beg.
Liam hums in what sounds like approval. ‘But none of them hold even the slightest light to how crazy you drive me when I see these beautiful thighs rubbing together.’
Just as I think he’s about to slip straight to that sweet spot he tortures me again, diverting his teasing path to my thigh.
I groan in frustration.
He chuckles, ‘If I’m remembering rightly, you weren’t one for patience, were you, baby?’
No I fucking wasn’t and as of right now I’ve been patient more than enough.
