Edelweiss is playing on the TV as The Sound of Music proceeds smoothly. I could watch this movie over and over again without loathe. It's forever one of those dad-and-daughter childhood movies that hold a very special place in my heart.

However, despite the sweet nostalgic memories pouring inside me, my mind doesn't seem further from my present. My reality. I'm still in Liam's arms, laying beside him with my cheek against his solid chest, my one leg across his thighs.

The couch is huge enough, and I feel safe when his body is this close to mine. I keep playing with the soft fabric of his shirt, drawing circles and letters at times, trying to forget the past and embrace what I currently have, hoping for the better future.

"What's on your mind?" Liam asks.

"Just you," I whisper and smile indulgently, still glued to him like an adhesive material on the wood.

A gentle laugh rumbles in his chest as he remarks, "I'm here."

Yes he is, but I want no more distance between us. I want to feel closer to him than this. I want more intimacy with him. I want to make love to him.

"I know. And I don't want to let you go," I mutter with a sigh and try to rise up. He stops me by straining my waist so I don't move. "What?" Chuckling, I gaze up at him.

"Don't go. Stay right here," he orders quietly. Automatically, I comply by laying back, eyes fixed on him. "We'll take one step at a time, if that's what it takes. I promise I won't push your limits until you tell me to. But I still want to hold you, touch you, and kiss you so terribly."

Mild excitement runs through me, my body suddenly hot like desert sand at noon.

"Then hold me," I murmur in a soft whisper, a smile on my curved lips. "Touch me, and kiss me. Now."

Liam shifts and lays to his one side, facing me directly. We're now staring at each other, my body shielded by his arm on my back, and my leg across his hip.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you tell me to stop. Are we clear?" he demands, which means we are going to start over from scratch.

"Clear," I answer obediently.

My breath is already fickle by just staring at this mine in the eyes. He takes his time studying me, my facial features, as if he's just seeing me today. And when I nearly release a sigh, his lips seal mine. Willingly I give him access to my mouth.

Softly without a rush we kiss, and deeply we go as his one hand caresses my back tightly, more intensely, with the slide of my silky robe that lubricates his every move. I whine a moan, certainly from pleasure this time.

"You're sweet. You're beautiful, too, Ms. Jones," Liam says gently as we pause, taking in some needed air. "Don't ever think otherwise."

"Okay," I breathe.

"Good. Now I'm going to touch you everywhere," he whispers. My heartbeat accelerates but I'm not gonna deny it. "I want to read your body, so don't hold yourself. It's me. I'm here with you, and I want you to focus on us right now."

I nod, my voice still strained..

Gently Liam touches my lips with his, and like butter in a hot pan his tongue pushes its way through and we start kissing softly. Unlike before he doesn't rush, but rather every move of his becomes gentle, careful, and delicate as his hand trails over the sensitive parts of my female anatomy.

I feel my muscles stiffening at his every touch, the tender caress of his fingers on my skin, the robe slipped away subtly as he wanders down to the lower abdomen. He doesn't stop kissing me, and I get too lost in the moment to think about the unpleasant past.

I hug him tightly, crushing my breasts on his chest. His finger runs over my lips, teasing me softly until his index and middle finger slip in my mouth. Woah! What is he up to? A giggle stays in my throat as I suck them, wetting them with my saliva until they grow slick and smooth.

"You're doing good," he says.

"Oh yeah," I reply between my heavy breaths.

And then, when I least expect, his fingers tugs at the waistband of my thong. I suck in a breath, and my squinted eyes linger on his dark yet ensuring ones. He's going to touch me there. I know that much, and my tummy clenches—rather from ecstasy and not dismay—and so I let him.

Genty he wanders to the apex of my thighs. I whimper softly and he smiles a bit. Jerk! Is he having fun or something? I close my eyes, too embarrassed to let them watch his amusement. With his lips he jolts me awake and kissing me deeper reconnects us more passionately.

"Hmm," I moan at the rub of his finger on my shockingly wet core.

"How do you feel? Do you want me to stop?" Liam murmurs hoarsely in my ear.

"No. Don't stop." I kiss him back, a bit hungrily and impatiently as a thrilling desire courses through me.

For the first time I free myself and enjoy this little heaven bestowed upon living creatures. Liam leads me to the pits of pleasure without pushing me too hard. We make out on the coach, with him teasing my body until I desire nothing but to feel him inside me.

"Make love to me, Liam," I beg, tears sliding through the corners of my eyes.

"Are you sure, Kira?" he rasps, panting heavily as if he's the one whose body has just shattered into something inexplicable.

"Very sure," I answer, and without any word he carries me to the bedroom.

***

I feel as good as new when I wake up this morning. The sight of Mr. Intense sleeping soundly steals my smile away. I'm not sure how it happened, but I find him laying his head on my chest, his arms enfolding my upper body, possessively, exercising a total ownership of my body.

I stifle a chuckle while trying to get up. My bladder is about to burst, and with such a hassle, I manage to leave the bed without waking Liam. Slipping fast into my forsaken robe, I sprint toward the bathroom, unsure how I managed to hold it this long.

My smile is intact from last night, and my body heats up at the memory of Liam taking me slowly as if he's afraid of hurting me, only to speed up when I beg him to. Bad boy! I giggle, and the devil in me seems satisfied from last night's endeavors.

A moment later I'm standing in front of the mirror, making sure what an idiot I look. I've never felt so alive than I do now, despite this tightness between my legs whenever I try to move. So fucked, huh? My subconscious smirks as I stare at the woman in the mirror, her smile so confident and impeccable.

I brush my teeth and shower, making myself presentable. The cool water on my skin reminds me that I'm living a reality, and not a dream as I started imagining. It's surreal but true. I made love to Liam Darcy, slept with him throughout the night, and he's as delicious as I've marveled over and over again. Lucky me.

After a shower my body feels extra refreshed and ready for the new day. I wrap myself in a towel, my smile intact, before walking out. Just after shutting the bathroom door, I meet Liam's alluring gaze that's thrown directly into me. Heat sears through me, making my sex throb.

I smile sheepishly. He doesn't utter a syllable; instead he drinks the sight of me in silence, making me wonder what lies beneath that smart head of his. Even with his just-woke-up face he still looks handsome. That's my man.

"Good morning, Mr. Darcy." I break the silence, moving my legs towards where he's lying shirtless with hands crossed behind his head.

At last he rewards me that bashful and rare smile. Liam's special.

"Good morning, Ms. Jones. An early bird, huh?" He rises up to lean his head comfortably against the mountain of pillows.

As weird as it may sound, I still love it when we address each other formally. Maybe it's simply 'our thing' now.

"We both are," I reply with my best smile.

Without thinking twice, I climb on top of him. He regards me with an amused raise of his bushy eyebrows, and I lean towards his beautiful naked torso, placing him between my knees.

"Hmm . . . smells divine," he comments, breathing in my scented shower gel—a mixture of tea tree, lavender and mint—while tugging at my moist curls. "And I think I stink."

I chuckle. Who would've thought that my cowboy can be a clown? A lot has surpassed my knowledge by far, and I can't say I don't take pleasure in learning more shades of him.

"No, you smell Liam and a little bit of Kira." I move closer to plant a soft kiss that always ends up into an intense one.

"Liam smell? What is that?"

"You don't have to know." I shut him up with another kiss and gently his body awakes fully.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks, and I nod. "Good. I love you a lot, Kira Jones, do you know that?" His eyes resemble a lake in summer, so calm and attractive.

"Do you? How much?" I continue playing with the mass of his hair that needs a trim now.

Fluffy and dusky brown, very tousled and unkempt in a sexy fashion.

"Too much, especially after last night," Liam says shamelessly, turning my cheeks crimson. "I need you to be mine. I want to have you all the time and it drives me insane thinking otherwise."

Point taken, Mr. Darcy.

"I am already. And you're mine, too, Liam Darcy. Don't you ever forget that," I stress in a similar manner.

Smiling, Liam takes a hold of my waist, and I think I'm sitting on his boy down here; it's hard and ticklish. I giggle while grinding against him, gently.

Liam groans. "You're being naughty now, Kira. Don't think I'll be as gentle as I was last night." He looks turned on.

"Am I? Am I really?" I feel him getting harder, and my body wants more.

Smiling, Liam wets his lips as the blue in his eyes turns wild. "You're also a morning person, huh?"

"I'm every moment a person, Mr. Darcy. It's thanks to you I've just learned that," I keep blurting out, and like a cue, I feel Liam's finger slipping the slit of my towel, towards the summit of my thighs.

"Well, I guess I'm proving it myself." Liam flushes playfully, without leaving my gaze. I feign to have a total composure of my faculty, challenging him to go on. "You're wet already." His eyes darken.

"Am I?" His finger answers as it slides in me with so much ease. The rubbing and teasing turn my mouth agape.

Holy mother of God! I yelp a thin moan.

"Hmm." Liam holds the back of my neck to draw my face closer. "Ready for another one?" he asks, grazing his lips against mine, alluringly.

"Yes, Liam," I beg, my voice barely audible.

Just like at midnight. I flush at the memory.

"You never cease to amaze me, Ms. Jones." He smiles, probably recalling the moment I woke him in the middle of the night like an angry creature I am.