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They took their places at the table as he served them a delightful starter of tempura vegetables, followed by seabass with a citrus salsa, green beans, and parmesan potatoes.

“So, how do you like Hereford?” Blake asked.

“I haven’t seen a lot of it yet, but what I have, I like very much.”

“Great place to bring up a family,” Pax said with a grin and wink at her.

Taamira dropped her eyes at the blatant attempt to find out more about her and Liam.

“Gracie, leave them alone.”

Taamira looked up, not having heard Blake call her that before and saw the soft look Pax gave him.

Liam reached over and took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles as he gave her the same soft look Pax gave Blake. “I plan on showing Taamira around when I get two minutes.”

Pax leaned into Blake as their hands stayed linked together and Taamira found it strange but beautiful. In her culture it was not done to show affection, in fact, she could not remember her brother ever looking at his wife that way.

A vague memory of her father and mother surfaced, and she wondered if it was a memory or a dream. It was incredibly sad to her that love was so often viewed as a weakness. She had never seen such strength shared between two people and she knew if she and Liam continued in this vein, they would become that same solid, unbreakable unit.

They continued to chat as they ate dessert, which was strawberry custard tarts Pax had made, in the living room with coffee. She loved hearing the stories Blake shared about his time as a guard for the Queen and her daughter.

Having met and liked them, Taamira found it familiar territory which she had worried about before they arrived. Fitting in with these people was important to her because they were important to Liam.

As the night wore on and the couples relaxed, she found herself curled into Liam’s arm on the couch as Pax took a similar position tucked into Blake. Around ten she tried to stifle a yawn and Liam looked down at her.

“Time to get you home to bed.”

His words were innocuous, but the promise in them caused a little shiver as she thought of what was to come. The night had been perfect, and she hoped it would end with her being fully Liam’s and him being hers.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

AS HE CLOSED AND LOCKED THE DOOR TO HIS HOME, SECURING THEM FOR THE NIGHT, LIAM TOOK A long breath. He needed to control the desire that burned through his blood every time he thought of the woman who was looking at him with wonder, excitement, and a touch of fear. It was that fear that gave him the strength to settle his desire. The last few days had been like a dream come true; a dream Liam hadn’t even known he wanted and yet here he was living a life that made him happier than he ever had been.

Whatever happened between them tonight would be entirely up to her. He knew what his body wanted—his dick was all for the stupendous release he knew he would have when he got inside her body. His head, however, wanted this to be about her. It was arrogant, but he knew he could make her feel things she’d never dreamed of. The connection they shared was like nothing he’d ever had before.

Sauntering towards her, he loved how her back straightened, and she looked up at him with an unbending spirit. It was that spirit he’d first fallen in love with he realised now. Her beauty was unparallel in his eyes, but it was her fierce will to overcome anything put in her way, the kind gentleness she showed to others that had him falling hopelessly in love with her.

Lifting his hand, he brushed her cheek with his fingers as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “You’re in charge here, Taamira. Nothing happens that you don’t want. I need you to know that. If it means we wait, then we wait until you’re ready.”

Her fingers moved to cover his lips. “I’m ready, honey.”

His heart leapt at the small endearment that meant so much. No one had ever used one on him before and he found he liked it, a lot.

With no further words, he took her hand and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He looked at it through her eyes, noting the masculine colours. He’d make sure to tell her she could redecorate, do whatever she needed to do to make this her home as much as it was his. Of course, they hadn’t actually had a conversation about the future, he’d steamrolled over her a little with that, but he just didn’t see a future where she wasn’t front and centre for him.

Moving to the bed, he sat and pulled her between his legs. Looking up at her as she gazed trustingly down at him with all her emotions evident on her face, he waited with his heart in his throat until she bent to him, pressing her lips to his. He let her lead; her kiss less innocent than before but still had a sweetness about it that turned him on.

He growled in his throat when she touched her tongue to his lips and pulled her onto his lap, taking over. He held himself in check as he kissed her slowly, languidly until she was pliant in his arms, almost melting into his body, her arms around his neck, her fingertips playing with his hair.

Liam relaxed back onto the bed until she was lying half over him, her body pressed over his in a perfect fit. Raising his hand, he drifted it over her hair, following the curve of her body over her shoulder to her hip and inched his hand under her blouse. Her skin was like the purest silk, soft and perfect to his rough hands. She shivered and he knew it was with desire as she pressed her body closer wanting more.

Skirting his finger under the lace edge of her bra, he pulled the cup down, releasing her perfect tits to his touch. The nipple beaded, and he fought the need to race this, he wanted her first experience of everything to be perfect. Her tits filled his palm, and his dick strained against his jeans, desperate to slide into her tight wetness.

Pulling away, he looked into her clouded with passion eyes, her lips swollen from his kiss and knew he’d remember this night for the rest of his life. As he kept his focus on her, he began to unbutton her top, revealing her silky, warm skin to him. Her tits were a vision, high and proud, the nipples a dark brown and begging for his mouth on them.

Leaning in, he took a perky nipple in his mouth and twirled his tongue around it before sucking lightly. Her back arched, and she held his head where she wanted him, her natural sensuality leading her. He bit down on the tender nub and as she moaned his name, his dick jumped.

He administered the same treatment to the other nipple before blowing lightly on the wet skin and smiling at her shiver. He knew this slow build-up would make it better for her, and although he prayed to every god he could name that she didn’t, it also gave her the time to change her mind if that was what she wanted.