Liam's hand slid down her waist and gripped her ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he fondled her through the thin fabric. His other arm still held her steady, her thighs wrapped tight around him as her back pressed into the wall. Their mouths stayed locked, the kiss turning heavier. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her, drawing in every bit of warmth she had to offer.
The taste of her was maddening. She kissed like she fought—aggressive, confident, unyielding. Each movement of her lips against his only fanned the flames already burning inside him.
In the back of his mind, Liam knew he shouldn't let this go too far. He had already gone at it twice today—once with Kelly, once with Ann. His body had every reason to be satisfied. But the second Lilith pressed against him, the second her body meshed with his and he felt the soft curve of her ass in his hand, all reason was thrown out the window.
