Somehow, between their fevered kisses, they stumbled back toward the bed, never once breaking contact. Liam's hands found the hem of her shirt, fingers sliding underneath to brush against the heated skin of her waist.
Eva gasped softly into his mouth at the contact, her body shivering with anticipation.
Slowly—giving her every chance to stop him—he lifted her shirt higher.
Eva instinctively raised her arms, breath hitching, and the shirt slipped away, falling forgotten onto the floor.
She stood there in nothing but her bra, her skin glowing under the soft illusionary light, her breaths coming in fast, shallow bursts.
Liam stepped back for just a second, his eyes raking over her with such raw admiration that she thought she might combust on the spot.
His voice dropped into something dangerously low and reverent.
"You're… perfect."
