When he finally pulled back, her breasts glistened faintly from his attention, her nipples still standing firm. She was breathing hard now, her eyes locked on his with a look that was equal parts desire and challenge.
Liam hovered over her, one forearm sunk into the mattress beside her head, the other hand skimming the line of her waist as if memorizing it. "That look," he murmured, voice low, "is going to ruin me."
"Maybe that's the point," Kelly whispered, a smile tugging at her lips.
He kissed her again—slow, unhurried, the kind of kiss that deepened on its own. The room was quiet enough that the soft rustle of sheets and the catch of her breath felt loud. She slid her palms up his chest, over the plain tee he'd thrown on earlier, feeling the heat of him through the thin fabric. He eased closer until their bodies aligned, his weight caging her in without pressing, as if he were careful not to break a spell.
