Both Liam and Irina lay on the bed, tired and breathing hard. The sheets beneath them were a complete mess, still damp from everything that had happened. For a while neither of them spoke. The only sound in the room was their uneven breathing and the quiet shift of the mattress whenever one of them moved.
Irina turned toward him.
She dragged herself closer until her body pressed fully against his side. Liam lifted his arm without thinking and let her settle into the space against his chest. Her full breasts pushed softly against him, the warm weight of them resting on his skin. She tucked her head under his chin for a moment, then tilted her face and pressed a slow kiss to the side of his neck.
The kiss lingered.
