The faint hum of the engine was the only sound in the car as Liam pulled back just enough to meet Maya's eyes. His gaze was fierce, smoldering like embers glowing in a dark fire. His breath, warm and uneven, brushed against her flushed skin. The air between them crackled with a raw energy — one born from desire and the unspoken challenge lingering in his words.
"You don't want to challenge me," Liam's voice was low, almost a growl, each word dripping with confidence. "When it comes to eating you out, I'm an expert."
Maya's pulse quickened, a slow, knowing smile curling her lips. The heat pooling in her belly surged, fueled by the delicious tension that danced in the air. She wasn't intimidated — not even close. Instead, she let her fingers trail lightly over the hem of her shirt, teasing Liam's gaze with deliberate slowness.
Her hands slid under the fabric, lifting it over her head. The soft cotton slipped off, revealing skin kissed by the pale moonlight filtering through the windshield. Her shoulders, smooth and bare, seemed to glow as the light caressed them gently. The curve of her neck was delicate, vulnerable — yet powerful in its quiet seduction.
Liam's eyes darkened as they roamed over the contours of her body, drinking in every inch.
Her breasts rose and fell with her steady breath — round, full, and impossibly soft. The gentle swell was framed perfectly beneath her collarbones, and the subtle flush at her nipples made them appear even more inviting, as if alive and yearning for his touch. The skin there was a creamy contrast to the shadowed folds of the car's interior.
Maya's fingers then found the waistband of her panties. Slowly, deliberately, she slid them down her hips and thighs, feeling the cool night air kiss the bare skin of her legs as the fabric pooled around her feet. Now sitting naked beside him, her body was a masterpiece of curves and softness, each line and shadow illuminated by the dashboard glow.
Her long, dark hair spilled over her bare back and shoulders like a silken waterfall, framing her glowing skin and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes locked with Liam's, heavy-lidded and shimmering with invitation, daring him to cross the line.
"Your move," she breathed, voice thick with promise and playfulness, the heat between them now almost unbearable.
Liam's hand found her jaw again, his thumb brushing over her cheek with reverent tenderness. His smoldering smile deepened as he leaned in, the scent of his cologne wrapping around her like a dark velvet ribbon. Their breaths mingled — hot and urgent — as the night stretched endlessly before them, ripe with possibility.