The next day, I couldn’t wait for my work to finish, excited about seeing Liam for dinner and impatient to tell him my decision. I felt like I was on the right track, and the smile on my face was permanent.

We had made a plan for me to come to his place, and I was counting the hours until the end of my shift, planning what to wear tonight.

I decided on a black pencil skirt with a floral shirt and a pair of black five-inch high heels, which was sophisticated and sexy at the same time. Spraying a bit of my favorite orchid perfume, I topped my look with a black mini-purse and a cardigan.

The moment Liam opened the door, I was all over him, my hands restless.

“You missed me this much, sexy? I’m flattered.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

His lips were on mine the next moment, his hands running through my hair in a bid to pull me closer. I arched my back and ground against him, purring when I sensed his cock hard and ready for me. The familiar feeling of the special connection I had with Liam permeated me, and I wondered how I could have ever doubted us. I didn’t want to lose him.

“Now this is what I call a warm welcome,” I muttered into his lip and nibbled the spot on his jaw before I stepped away from him. “So, what’s cooking?”

“Come with me.” He wrapped his fingers around my hand and led me to his kitchen. “You look stunning.”

“Thanks. You too.”

He was more than stunning. His polo shirt fit him like a second skin, just like his dark jeans that provided a nice view of his sexy ass.

His spacious kitchen was filled with odors that promised the most delicious food, and my mouth watered. The long dining table held a delicious-looking ravioli with mushroom sauce, eggplant parmesan, and a huge caesar salad.

“I reckon you like Italian cuisine?” He winked at me.

“No, how did you figure that out?” I took in all the dishes. “You really tried hard for me, didn’t you? Trying to impress me?”

He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, burying his head into my neck. “Haven’t I already impressed you?”

“Hmm, you’re almost there.”

He chuckled, and a puff of warm breath caressed my skin. I shivered. “All for my girl.” My girl.

He kissed the hollow of my neck, moving his lips slowly and sensually, and a moan slipped out of my lips. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the side, allowing him more access, almost forgetting about the food. As much as I wanted him, it would be a shame to skip the tasty-looking dishes while they were warm.

“It’s not fair. You’re seducing me when we have these delicious dishes on the table. I want you so badly, but it would be a crime to eat them when they are cold.”

He moved away with a smirk. “You’re reading my mind. You’re right. Let’s dig in.”

“When did you start cooking?”

“My mother loved cooking, so she taught me when I was eleven.”

“Eleven? Impressive.”

“Yeah. My dad couldn’t cook to save his life, but I took after her. I grew to love cooking so much that there was a time during junior high when I thought I was going to become a chef. Imagine that.”

“But your passion for soccer was stronger?”

“That’s right. I was playing since I was eight, and I had a dream all along of starting a professional soccer career.”

“How old were you when you started as a professional?”

“Seventeen.”

I whistled. “Wow. Seventeen? That’s extraordinary!”

He shrugged his shoulders and took another bite of ravioli, a picture of humbleness. “The local newspapers used to call me a soccer prodigy. Soon, I started receiving offers from the major European clubs.”

“Wonderful. Remind me to get your autograph later.”

His grin matched mine. “Deal.”

“For your information, if you weren’t a soccer player, you would make a great chef. You nailed these dishes.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. Even my granny, Angela, who’s a magnificent cook, would say the same, and believe me, she is pretty picky.”

“Your family lives in Italy, right?”

“Yeah. Even my parents. They moved back several years ago. They were always saying they would go back to Naples, where my family lives after they retired.”

“What is your family like?”

I chuckled at the crazy memories. “Typically Italian: loud and big. Each time I went to Naples with my parents as a teenager, I would be welcomed by more than twenty cousins who were as crazy as I was. So crazy that we would start throwing food at each other during meals, much to our elders’ displeasure. We called it the Food Wars.”

His chuckle was replaced by a loud laughter, his eyes twinkling. “Food Wars?”

“Yep. Granny Angela would grab me by ear and haul me out of the kitchen, saying there was no more food for me until I repented. She used to say that people who didn’t appreciate food didn’t deserve it.”

“Your grandmother sounds like a very wise person.”

“Yeah. The wisest I know. But she likes to swear a lot. And smoke. She’s a heavy smoker.”

“Sounds like someone I know.”

I arched my eyebrow. “Oh?”

“My mom. She tried quitting several times, but she couldn’t do it.”

“Just like my father. My mom keeps taking him to task for smoking, but he’s too stubborn.”

“Your family sounds interesting. I would like to meet them.”

“Maybe you can. One day.”

His playful expression disappeared, along with mine. “I really meant what I said,” he said in a serious tone of voice. “Even if you don’t accept to come with me, we will stay together and do our best to make our relationship work. I’m serious about you, Alison. And I’d like it if our families could meet one day and we could have a big reunion…”

He covered my hand that was resting on the table, mistaking my silence of surprise for disapproval. “I don’t want to rush you, of course. Maybe this sounds like a huge step for you, so I won’t mention it anymore. I want you happy, so remember—if you think that the best decision for you would be to stay in the U.S, I’m okay with it. Step by step.”

“No. I don’t feel that way at all. I would love that.”

His eyes widened. “Love what exactly?”

I reached across the table and cupped his cheek, offering him my most tender smile. “Everything. Your and my family meeting… All of us getting to know each other and…” I traced his jaw, incredibly in love with him. “And going with you to Europe.”

Lips parted, his face was a display of astonishment and joy. “You’ll come with me? Really, really?”

“Really, really.” I licked my lips, my anxiety kicking in. I was about to tell him words I had never told anyone and I was more than nervous. I was terrified. “I…”

The corners of his lips winged up. “What?”

“This is so difficult. I…” Shaking my head, I exhaled a long sigh. Here we go. “I love you, Liam.”

If only I wasn’t so nervous, I would laugh at his shocked expression.

“What? Don’t make that silly face. I love you.” My heart was fluttering in my chest. “You make me feel like a complete person. When I am with you I feel invincible. And while I love Pathways and my friends and would miss them lots, I would miss you more. I don’t want to be separated from you. And I don’t want to miss the opportunity Manchester United is giving us.”

Without a word, he stood up and went around the table, reaching me in three strides.

He cupped my face and pulled me up, his movements vehement. “Do you know how much you mean to me? Thank you, Alison. Thank you for everything.”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond, pressing his lips against mine as his hands slid down my back and cupped my butt. He yanked me toward him, our bodies flush, and I lost myself in his kiss.

“You’re the most amazing.” A kiss on my nose. “You won’t regret this, babe.” A kiss on my forehead. “I love you.” A kiss on my chin right before he returned to my lips and pushed me against the table.

The utensils and plates clattered upon the impact, but he didn’t even pay attention to this, never stopping our kiss.

“You’re going to spoil me if you keep doing this,” I muttered when he lowered his mouth down my chin and neck. I was trembling, burning with desire for him.

“You deserve to be spoiled. You deserve everything.” He pulled away to look at me, his hands on my hips. “You have no idea how happy you make me feel.”

“The feeling is mutual, honey. I’m the happiest I have ever been.”

Trapped under his passionate gaze, I moaned when his hands covered my boobs, his thumbs finding my nipples underneath my flimsy shirt and bra. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself, weak under his caresses.

In seconds, he removed my shirt and bra and palmed my breasts, grinding against me.

“So silky and warm.” He leaned into my ear. “Just like your pussy,” he whispered.

My moaning grew louder with each caress of his hands. Growing impatient, he picked me up and moved me to the side of the table with no dishes.

“I’m dying to have a taste of you.”

I slid my skirt off but left my thong and heels on, and lay down, separating my legs for him. As if he was famished for me, he dove into my mound, nuzzling me over my panties as his hands skimmed over the back of my thighs. I squeezed my breasts, super wet and needy.

“So fucking sexy,” he muttered and left a kiss right above my clit, sending flickers of pleasure through the pit of my belly. He hooked his index finger underneath my thong and pulled it aside, his tongue darting out to graze my swollen nub.

“Liam…”

My hips bucked, his pleasure assault leading me to higher heights, and my head began spinning. It was quick and raw. It was everything.

“Yes, just like that...”

His fingers were teasing me, right at my entrance but never entering. I was about to beg him to give me what I needed, but then he dipped two digits into me, sucking my clitoris into his mouth, and I was seconds away from orgasming pretty hard.

“Ah! Liam!” Grabbing his head, I pressed my pussy against his face and screamed. I couldn’t think, convulsing as aftershock after aftershock rocked my body. “Jesus. I loved that.”

“You’re going to love this even more.”

Within seconds, he was deep inside of me, his hands hitching my legs around his waist. His tempo was merciless from the start, our tongues interlocked, our hands exploring our bodies as if it was the first time. I got rid of his shirt and splayed my fingers over his muscular chest, thrusting my hips against him. The surface of the table was hard and punishing, but the bites of pain coursing through my ass were nothing compared to what Liam was giving me.

In abandon, I threw my head back and screamed his name, both of us coming in unison.

Liam wasn’t done with me. Not by a long shot.

He carried me to his bathroom and lowered me into a spacious tub, filled with warm water. Kneeling in front of me, he captured my lips, pushing me to lean against the edge. His hand submerged and found the spot right underneath my clit. He rubbed it slowly, his other hand picking up my breast before he pulled my nipple into his mouth.

“I’m so ready for you. I need you in me.”

“Not yet, sweetheart.” His tongue was stroking my hardened nub unbearably slowly, matching the tempo of his fingers on my heating mound.

Just when I thought I couldn’t stand his teasing anymore, ready to push his hand right where I wanted it, he plunged his fingers into me and commenced a much faster tempo. Ecstasy was owning me, his mouth on my nipple growing more demanding, his fingers going faster and faster.

I was so close. Already there.

But then he removed his fingers and kissed my lips, a smile forming on his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing with you.”

My pussy was throbbing too hard, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed my release.

I lowered my hand to touch myself, but he didn’t let me, grasping my wrist and moving it away with a smirk on his lips.

I lowered my other hand, but he did the same thing, his smirk growing bigger.

“Impatient?”

I raised my hips, wanting to grind against him, but he was too far for that. I felt a strange emptiness filling my insides, and I couldn’t help but beg.

“Please. I need to come. Touch me.”

Still holding my hands on my sides, he moved his lips across my neck and chest, shifting his weight on his left leg while he moved his right knee to my pussy. I undulated against his knee, chasing the friction like I was going to burst without it. He let me use him in this way, his lips turning fierier on my skin as he left kisses all over my chest and neck.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Touch me. Make me come.”

“And if I don’t?”

I ground faster, closer to my climax, but it wasn’t enough. He let go of my hand to touch my pussy, and I was transferred momentarily to heaven. However, it lasted too short. Just when I was about to explode, he pulled his hand away, and it was too much.

“No. Liam!”

Deciding I had enough of his teasing, I snatched my other hand out of his grasp and pushed him down, making him sit. Before he could even move, I was straddling him, and I impaled myself on him, taking all of him inside of me.

“Alison…”

“No more games. Now I’m gonna fuck you.”

I needed only a few seconds to come all over his cock, my walls squeezing him tightly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his lips parting to let out a series of loud grunts that mixed with mine.

“Who would have thought that I would love you like this. Dominant and in full control. You’re so good.”

“Yeah, since you’re all about competitiveness, right?”

“Just like you.”

“Well, it feels good to reverse roles from time to time.”

“You can reverse roles with me anytime you want, babe.”

I was riding him hard and fast, digging my hands into his shoulders for support as his hands were on my hips guiding me up and down.

“You feel amazing. I love you.” His eyes holding mine were dark and intense. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey. So damn much.”

I increased my pace, our hips meeting wildly, and there was no more talking, only grunts, moans, and loud breathing mixed with the sloshing sounds of the water.

And then we orgasmed together, and euphoria spread through every inch of me.

He held me for a long time, my head pressed against his shoulder, his soft cock in me.

“I never want to let you go, Alison. You’re my sunshine.”

“And this is just the beginning. I can’t wait to see what England has in store for us.”

“Me too, babe. Me too.”

I stirred against him, and as if following a command, his dick grew harder.

“Mmm, already hard for me, Mr. Morris?”

His thumbs covered my nipples, and they rose up to his touch. “I can’t help it when you’re so warm and tight inside.” He pushed further inside, and it was too good. I moved so he was now filling me completely, hungry for more.

“Then make love to me, Liam.”

“You don’t need to say it twice.”