Liam didn't pull back. Instead, he shifted his weight, catching her under her thighs and maneuvering her across the narrow rear cabin of the M4 until her back was pressed flat against the dark, cool leather of the rear bench.
He moved over her, his broad shoulders blocking out what little ambient light bled through the pitch-black tint of the windows.
The space was thick, hot, and smelled heavily of sweat, perfume, and sex.
Maya looked up at him through half-lidded, heavy eyes, her breath coming out in short, shallow puffs against his chest.
Her red hair was completely fan-spread across the headrest, a damp strand clinging to the corner of her swollen, parted lips.
Her heavy, pale breasts heaved with every breath she took, the pink tips hardened into tight, sensitive points that glistened under the dim interior light.
