He eyed me mischievously. "Not when I've got a body like yours to work with," he winked. "Now, I'm starving... will you help me cook dinner?"
I trailed after him with a cool smile. "Only if you tell me 'Kinsley Bryant, you are the sexiest lay I've ever had. No girl can compare to you. Not even all the models that I've slept with'."
Liam paused and spun around to face me with an arched brow. "No other girl compares," he smirked, stepping closer to me and bending low so his face was level with mine. "They were fucks, you and I are on a completely different playing field, Kinsley."
I smiled cheekily before dipping forward and kissing him on the tip of his nose. Then I spun around him and spanked him on the butt. "Now feed me!" I joked, quickly running away before he could return the spanking.
I, of course, wasn't fast enough and he made my ass sting with a cocky grin and a flash of a sexy dimple.
While Liam pulled out a few ingredients for dinner, I found my phone so that I could call Becca. I was dying to know how things ended up going for her and Penn.
She answered on the fourth ring. "Can't talk right now, Penn is trying to weasel his way back into my good graces."
I started laughing hysterically. "Is he there right now?"
"Yes. I'm actually at his house in Malibu."
"Hey! We're in Malibu, too."
"Oh good, I might have to come stay there depending on how the next few hours go," Becca joked.
I pulled the phone away from my ear. "Becca says that she might crash here tonight."
Liam cocked a brow. "Hope she enjoys hearing you screaming my name."
My mouth fell open. "Oh my god. Becca if you heard that—"
I could hear her saying, ewwww, even before I held the phone back to my ear.
I laughed, "Sorry. He can't be tamed… he’s just like Miley." I shook my head at Liam, but I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.
He flashed me an innocent shrug.
"You two are gross. I might have to stay here just to spare my ears from the madness," she said, and I heard Penn chuckle in the background.
"All right, well call me if you need me... and seriously, Becca, hear Penn out."
Liam yelled so she could hear him, too, "Yeah! Give my friend a second chance."
"Okay, okay. I'm hanging up now."
"Bye, Becs."
After I hung up, I sidled around the counter and started helping Liam with dinner. He'd given me one of his shirts to wear with my underwear and he couldn't seem to keep his hands from sliding under the cotton hem.
I'd stir the pasta and he would set his hand on ass. I'd cut some tomatoes for the salad and he'd have his arms wrapped around my waist, watching me work.
"You realize we just had sex, right?" I joked, twisting around to give him a chaste kiss. I felt his hard muscles against my shoulder as I spun back around. God, he was in good shape.
"You realize that, as your boyfriend, I'm allowed to appreciate how sexy you look wearing my shirt," he joked, before setting to work on the garlic bread.
"It feels weird thinking about you being my boyfriend," I admitted sheepishly.
"Why?" he asked, preheating the oven.
"I mean, I just watched one hundred thousand people chanting your name. Isn't that crazy? You’d think it would go to your head, but you're actually a really nice guy."
He laughed. "To be honest, I still feel like the same little kid spending day in and day out on the soccer fields near my house."
"Just a little more in shape," I winked, and he shook his head with a small smirk.
We finished prepping the rest of the meal and then sat down and ate at his breakfast table. I pulled the shutters open so that we had a perfect view of the ocean with the sunset. It was nice just being with him after the chaos of the past few days.
He was wiped out from his long day, so we cleaned up quickly and then cuddled on his bed. Everything felt so natural with us. Each step that should have been awkward was eased by Liam's confidence. Before I even asked for it, he'd pulled out a washcloth and spare toothbrush for me in case I'd forgotten mine. Which of course, I had. Then he had the covers on the bed pulled back so that I could just slip in next to him. I tried to tone down how giddy I felt as I cuddled into his side and inhaled his masculine scent. Be cool, Kins. My fingers dragged across his chiseled abs, adoring every single contour. This is your life now. You are the person that sleeps next to this set of abs. Also, this set of abs is attached to a man that probably has some major neurological damage since out of all the models in the world, he’s chosen you and your flat-ass.
“Hey, I like your ass. It’s not flat,” he said right after I realized that my internal monologue had actually been an external monologue. “Also, I’m more than just my abs.”
“Of course you are, babe. Of course you are.”
Don’t worry, abs. I’m actually here for you.
“Yeah, still out loud,” he smiled, pulling me into his side.
Chapter Twenty-Six