Elena stayed flat against the mat for a few long, heavy breaths, her chest rising and falling against the pale wood before she began to push herself back up.
She didn't get up off the floor, though.
She shifted back into the position—arms reaching forward, chest sinking low, hips rising behind her, the black tights resting pulled down around her thighs.
Her body was still warm, sensitive, and visibly glistening, but her eyes held a sharp, dark heat as she looked back over her shoulder at him.
"You're not getting off that easily," she said, her voice low and catching slightly at the edges. "I'm still waiting."
Liam didn't say anything.
He leaned in, taking his time.
He unbuckled his belt, freed himself, and guided his hands back to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft curve where her waist met her pelvis.
He lined himself up at her entrance, feeling the intense heat coming off her, and pushed forward in one steady, continuous motion.
