She started slow, taking just the head into her mouth, her tongue trailing a hot, deliberate circle around the tip before sliding deeper.
Cool lips pressing against his warmth sent a sharp jolt straight down his spine.
Liam's breath hitched, his hands immediately finding their way to her hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands as she began a steady, torturous rhythm.
Every time she pulled back, low light in the bedroom caught the cutouts of her dress, exposing the bare swell of her chest and nipples in the cool air.
She was fully committed to the role, but her eyes held pure, unadulterated intent as she looked up through her lashes.
"Kelly," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave, thick and rasping.
She didn't break cadence. Instead, she let out a soft hum against him, sending another wave of heat straight through his gut.
