"Quieter," she whispered against his mouth, her voice barely audible. "They'll hear us."
Liam nodded, his breath catching as her fingers circled the sensitive head of his cock. Her touch was confident, exploratory, as if she were mapping new territory. He buried his face against her neck, inhaling the faint scent of sweat and the floral shampoo she'd used that morning. The pink strands of her hair tickled his cheek as he traced his tongue along the curve where her shoulder met her neck.
"God, you taste good," he murmured, the words rumbling from his chest.
Elizabeth's answering moan was muffled against his collarbone. Her hand moved faster, her grip tightening just enough to make his hips jerk forward involuntarily. The wooden wardrobe creaked in protest.
"Shit," she hissed, freezing in place. "Did you hear that?"
They both held their breath, listening for any sound from outside their hiding place.
