Liam didn't move right away. He stood there, breathing hard, eyes locked on her body like he was memorizing every curve, every line of her skin. Vanessa shifted on her feet, her toes curling against the carpet, her arms twitching like she wanted to cover herself but couldn't.
Her panties were the last thing left, thin and stretched tight over her mound. Liam reached down, his fingers grazing the edge of the waistband. He glanced up at her face, his eyes asking the question he didn't need to say out loud.
Vanessa's chest rose and fell fast. Her lips parted, trembling as she gave a tiny nod.
That was all he needed.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and dragged them down, slow, inch by inch. The fabric clung to her hips, then her thighs, and finally slipped free. Vanessa shut her eyes, her entire body flushed pink as the panties hit the floor.
Liam froze. His breath caught in his throat.
"Wow…" he muttered under his breath.
