Liam's mouth found the top of her breast, lips brushing her soft, warm skin with a tenderness that made Ann's breath hitch. He kissed her there, slow and deliberate, tasting the faint saltiness, feeling her chest rise and fall beneath him.
The room was quiet, just the rustle of sheets and their steady breathing, a tense melody building between them.
Ann's hands moved instinctively, fingers threading through his hair. She pulled him closer, burying his face in her chest.
He inhaled deeply, her scent hitting him—lavender from her shower mixed with the musk of her arousal. It was heady, stoking the fire in his veins, pulling him deeper into her spell until his need burned.
Ann gasped, soft but sharp, as his warmth caressed her skin. His breath was hot, lips trailing lower with a reverence that made her tremble.
His hand shifted, fingers splaying across her ribcage. Then he cupped her breast, the weight perfect in his palm.
