Strong (Book 2 in the No Control series)

Liam and I share a romantic lunch at a little cafe in Verona. After, we look around a couple shops.
“Look, Babe, this would be perfect for the baby’s room.” Liam shows me a hand painted canvas with the word, Benedizione, on it.
“I love it, Liam.”
As we exit the store with our purchase, there are several more tourists than there were before.
Liam pulls his Yankees hat down low on his forehead, hoping not to be recognized. Putting his hand protectively on my belly, I hold on tightly to his arm. He leads me carefully through the crowd. Perhaps being a little overprotective, but I love him for that.

Back at the villa, I’m in the bedroom changing. I look at myself in the full length mirror, wearing only a bra and panties. I catch movement in the mirror, seeing Liam leaning in the doorway. He looks so handsome, so sexy.
“Mmm, beautiful.” He says as he walks towards me.
Feeling self conscious, I say. “My body has changed.”
Liam leans down to kiss my neck. “Yes, it’s even better.”
He recognizes the look of self doubt on my face.
I feel his big, strong hands gliding over my mostly naked body. Kissing the base of my neck, causing my breath to catch.
In the deepest, rough voice Liam tells me. “Your body is incredible, so lavish and
smooth and so female.”
My breath shuddering in response to the bites on my shoulders. “You still want me, Handsome?”
Liam turns me to face him. He doesn’t need to say a word, I find my answer in his dark eyes, opaque with want.
Sweet nibbles at my mouth, turning into aggressive kisses. His tongue plundering, tempting mine to respond.
He pulls back, running his finger over my swollen lips. “I could tell you what I have in mind...” Biting his lip. “Or I could show you.”
A familiar ache burns below. An ache that only Liam can answer. Rubbing my hand firmly over his whiskers as I bite my lip. “Show me.”
Liam swallows hard, leading me to the bed. He sits on it as I stand in front of him. His perfect, soft lips exploring me, the parts of me made even more ample by the pregnancy.
He helps me onto the bed, to straddle him. We join together, and I am so full of him, I can only manage a breathless version of his name as I erupt around him.
He follows right behind me, his hands firmly on my hips.
After, I curl up against his long, warm body. Feeling safe, loved, and wanted.

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