Liam's hands slid to the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head slowly, deliberately, letting Lana drink in the sight of him. Her eyes darkened with desire, her breaths coming in quick, shallow pants. The bare skin of his chest gleamed in the moonlight, every curve of muscle highlighted, and she couldn't help but reach out, tracing her fingers down the line of his abs.
"God… Liam," she whispered, her voice shaky, full of heat and awe, her hand pressing lightly against his skin. Her body was trembling, part excitement, part fear, all need.
He grinned, leaning down to brush his lips over hers again, soft at first, then pressing a little more insistently, feeling her respond immediately, hands clutching his shoulders, tugging him closer. His hands slid over her hips, tracing the curve of her jeans, cupping her ass firmly, giving her a gentle squeeze that made her gasp and shiver.
"You're mine tonight," he murmured low, pressing his forehead to hers. "Every inch of you."
