In fact, he liked everything about her.
He liked her humor, her warmth, and her sensuality. He liked her courage and her honesty and her pride. He liked her smile and the musical sound of her laughter. He liked her face, and her hair, and the way she'd laid her hand on his jaw earlier, when she said, 'I have a feeling you're a whole lot more than just another pretty face.'
He liked the way her body fit itself to his, and the way her breasts felt in his hands. Liam checked the direction of his thoughts and tipped his chin down, ready to relinquish his hold on her and walk back to the suite. "How many languages was that?" he asked again with a grin.
She lifted her head from his chest, leaned back in his arms, and looked at him blankly for a moment; then she gave him a smile filled with charming chagrin. "I don't know. I lost count after you said Mandrin."
"Then we'll have to start over."
