To Love A Fighter |||| l.p.

Mine

Liam's POV

We kiss. And kiss again. And again. My hunger for her starts to kick up again, and its becoming harder to hold back. We should at least go back to her room...

She pauses, her eyes sensually darkened as she looks at me. "Lets...finish tonight in my room, lets cuddle and finish our desserts and champagne there. I...want to get more comfortable..." She bites her lip as she says her last sentence. God, she's not even trying and she's so freaking sexy. A little disappointed from her suggestion I agree. I kind of like seeing her in her sleep shorts and that itty bitty tank top anyway. I grab the bottle of champagne and the glasses and she picks up the fruit and chocolate dip and we both run back to the room giggling like 4 year olds.

She hurriedly opens the door to her room and we both rush in. I follow her as she puts down the fruit and i put down the champagne. "Excuse me, let me change,  I want to get more comfortable, " she mentions as she rushes to the room. I can feel my pulse quickening at the thought of her in her sleeping clothes. I figured I should get comfortable too, although that would be difficult without shorts, so I just take off my shirt. I figured I've done it before it should be fine.

She comes out of the bedroom in that skimpy little outfit that looks ravishing on her. I see her eyes widen as she looks me up and down. I can feel the tension in the room as we take each other in. Her breasts, her legs, her hazel eyes, her sexy wild curly hair, I can't help myself any longer and rush to her. To my surprise she rushes to me too and I embrace her as we start to passionately kiss. My hands hungrily grip her small waist as I try to minimize the space between us as much as humanly possible. She has her hands wrapped around my neck as her soft lips start to part and I feel her gently bite my lower lip. My knees nearly gave out when I felt that, God that was hot! Our making out starts to get more and more wild, and my hands travel down to her ass and I squeeze it roughly. It seems to escalate her since she then jumps up and wraps her legs around me. I smile through the kisses as I carry her to the bedroom and gently throw her into the bed.

She bounces and seductively looks at me and smiles as she starts to take off her clothes and I start to take off mine. I have to pause for a minute as I just look at her. She looks at me confused, "is everything ok?" She asks. I just nod, "you're breathtakingly beautiful, I just had to admire you for a minute" My response brings a shy smile to her face. I take a mental picture of her one last time, of Stella when she's at her most beautiful. When she's bare and fully vulnerable, how many guys wish they could be me right now? She's the treasure everyone wants but no one can find. So we settle for superficial beauty and bland personalities. But I found her, the strong, beautiful, intelligent, ambitious Stella. And tonight, I think to myself as I go to the bed and embrace her, I finally made her mine.