Page 61 of Liberty

I tucked my arms under her and rolled us over in the bed. Now, she was on top. The kiss went on as we both simply got lost in each other. I loved the way Belle tasted. This woman made me feel like my world had just gotten righted. I admit I had issues with thedumpingthing, but I believed she really wouldn’t do that and at least now she knew I wouldn’t accept it either.

After a few breathless minutes, Belle broke the kiss and smiled at me. “You are such a hot kisser and I like that in a man.”

I grinned at her. “Glad to be of service. I gathered there are a few things you like that I specialize in.”

Her face went pink as she laid her head onto my chest.

I chuckled. “The blushing is so damned cute by the way.”

Smacking my chest she said, “I never did that before, until I met you.”

“And I never argued with any females before I met you, Belle. My dad had been right about that. I either liked them or avoided them. But with you, I did not like you, but I couldn’t seem to avoid you. In fact, I found myself seeking you out. I mean it was like self punishment or something. Now, I know why, but I sure did not guess it was attraction.”

“Me either! I actually convinced myself that you would be the last guy on earth I would EVER have sex with.” Belle shook her head as she looked confused. “But look what happened with that.”

“Just goes to show that we did not see what was right there in front of us. I mean our families kept saying it, but we kept denying it.”

“That's because we had a lot of things we disagreed on, Liberty.” Belle locked gazes with me. “In fact, that is the main thing we had going on. We saw everything differently.”

“I assume that just means we will never be boring,” I suggested.

“That’s one way to look at it.” She shrugged as she gave me a smile. “So, since we have slept together in all senses of the word, maybe we can find out if we have something in common?”

I paused and looked up at her. “Um, no, there are a lot more examples of ‘sleeping together’ that we need to explore, Belle.”

She giggled then hid her pinkening face again.

Lifting her chin with my finger, so I could look into her eyes, I asked, “Favorite meat?”

“Chicken,” she replied.

“Steak,” I said.

“Favorite ice cream?” I asked.

“Chocolate.”

“Vanilla.” I nodded. “Movie?”

“Titanic.”

“Gladiator, of course.” I chuckled.

“Oh, I know!” she exclaimed. “Holiday?”

We both answered with, “Christmas.”

“Ok, well that'll be our best time of year then,” I joked.

“So sex and Christmas?” she asked.

I laughed. “Sounds like a movie title for a porn.”

“Is it just the hot sex?” She bit at her lip as she looked upset. “Please tell me we have more than that?”

I stared at her. “Of course, it’s more than that.”

“Oh, yeah?” she countered. “Like what more?”