Liam tilted his head as he looked at her, a slow smile curving across his face. He took a step forward, closing the last inch of space until the heavy, bare weight of her breasts pushed flush against his chest. The soft, warm flesh molded to him instantly, her dark nipples already tight and dragging across the fabric of his shirt like twin points of fire.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, voice low, steady, the words brushing her lips.
Charlotte didn't speak. Her hand simply came up, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, twisting the material tight in her fist as if she might tear it off him right there. Her eyes burned into his—dark, hungry, daring—and that was answer enough.
