We both finally stilled. Hot, sweaty, and tired but nowhere near satiated.
Liam reached around me and grabbed the champagne, offering me the bottle first. I swigged straight from it, giggling a bit as the bubbles made my nose tingle. He did the same and drained it before dropping it to the floor and crashing his mouth back down on mine.
I could feel him getting hard again when there was a sharp knock at the door.
“Room service,” a man’s voice called.
“Shit,” we both said together and giggled like children.
“It’s the other bottle of champagne I ordered,” I whispered.
He lifted me off his lap, grabbed his boxers from the floor, and pulled them on before opening the door. He was back in seconds and poured us both a glass. He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, I kicked off my shoes and I crawled up his body again so I was straddling him, before I lifted one of the two glasses from his grasp.
“Here’s to my beautiful, amazing, sexy shoed wife and her dickhead of a husband. I’m so sorry for what I said on the phone. It’s no excuse, but I was scared, angry, and just missing you so fucking much. I lashed out, and I shouldn’t have.” He kissed my lips, chin, eyelids, and cheeks as he spoke. “Thank you so much for coming. How long do I get to keep you?”
I smiled against his lips that were pressed against mine.
“As long as you need me.”
“You took unpaid leave?”
I let out a long breath.
“I handed in my notice.”
“Babe . . .”
“It’s okay.” I shrugged. “I wasn’t sure how long we’d be here for and seeing as how I didn’t bother packing my pills, and you plan on having me pregnant within a month, I didn’t think it was fair to mess them about.”
I pushed his hair back and looked over his face, waiting on a reaction. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had dark circles beneath them. I felt so guilty right then. None of what he’d been having to deal with over here could’ve been easy, and I’d done nothing to help the pressure.
He stared right at me but didn’t respond to what I’d just told him.
“I can call and retract my resignation if you don’t—”
He kissed me again, silently demanding I not finish my statement and making me spill my champagne.
“Let’s start making babies, Sarah. Lots, I want lots. Four—no, six at least.”
“Four or six? Six kids?” I groaned out as his mouth took in my nipple and his thumb rubbed over my clit.
He put down his glass and took my free hand, wrapping it around his dick, which was hard again.
“At least,” he stated as we both looked down at what we were doing to each other.
“Did I tell you how much I love you?”
“No. Not ever.”
“Then I’ll just have to show you.”
“I thought that was the whole reason you stepped over here when you first came through the door.”
“I best get on with it then.”
And so he did. We drank. We fucked. Then, at some point, we showered, ate, and then fucked again. We were both naked sweaty, tired, and just a little bit drunk. Liam’s front was pressed into my back as he spooned me from behind. My skin and my hair smelt of me, him, and sex. I felt beyond relaxed and extremely happy and content when Liam whispered, “Everything feels better now that you’re here, pretty girl. My heart beats stronger, and I feel like I can breathe properly for the first time in two weeks.” He kissed my shoulder before continuing, “Everything about my life is better because of you. Thanks for coming all this way to be with me. Thanks for being my wife and wanting to make babies with me.”
He then made love to me slowly, gently, reverently. Our marriage was well and truly consummated by the following morning.
It was late September before we arrived back in England. The company had been cleared of any blame at that stage, but a full enquiry would be carried out the following year.
I spent some of my time in Australia just hanging about Liam’s hotel and waiting for him to get home. I had also flown back to Perth for a few days and spent time with his mum and sisters in his old hometown. They showed me around the beaches and bars where Liam used to hang out, and I even saw the house he still owned, which he used to share with Olivia.
I had an irrational girl moment then. He was mine, and we were married, happy, and very much in love. But my belly still set itself on a spin cycle whenever I thought about his life before he met me.