The cool night air moved across the clearing, but inside the small sanctuary formed by the interlocking canopy, the space felt thick and heavy with heat.
Liam didn't move immediately.
He remained sitting back on his heels, his breathing still shallow, his body coming down from the sudden rush of release while simultaneously reacting to the sight of her in front of him.
In the broken bits of light filtering through the leaves, her outline was sharp and deliberate.
There was nothing tentative about the way she held herself, hands planted on the dark fabric of his jacket, her back bowed, her hips lifted toward him in an unreserved invitation.
He let his eyes travel the length of her, taking in the pale curve of her spine, the soft rise of her ass, and the quiet, rhythmic movement of her chest as she waited.
"You're unbelievable," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, barely carrying beyond the trunk of the broad oak beside them.
