Waking up next to Liam felt heavenly. Amelia never felt so fresh in the morning. With his hand draped around her waist and his body molding hers intimately, white hot desire pooled at her entrance. She couldn’t help her body’s innate reaction to his proximity.
“Are you cold, my love?” Came his soft murmur.
He was no doubt referring to the shiver that had travelled her body so shamelessly.
“No.”
Her voice came out hoarse, betraying her. And she felt herself blush at that. Thank goodness she was not facing him.
“Are you lying to me?” He all but growled the words out playfully while turning her around, a predatory gleam in his beautiful black eyes.
“Why would I be?” She spluttered, her face still aflame.
“How am I to know?” He argued. She glared at him levelly and he carried on
