She went down onto her hands and knees on the rug.
Her hands found the floor in front of her, her back going flat, and she looked back at him over her shoulder with the expression of someone who had positioned themselves and was waiting with full awareness of what they were waiting for.
Liam looked at her.
He took his time about it.
From where he was sitting on the couch the full picture of her arrived in sequence.
Her legs were spread to the width of her shoulders, her knees on the rug, her feet behind her with the tops of them flat against the floor. .
Her silk shorts were still on but they had ridden up so far in the position that they were doing nothing useful, the fabric bunched at the tops of her thighs, covering nothing that mattered.
