A slow, wicked grin spread across Liam’s face. He didn’t say a word. He just gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and pulled her down onto his waiting mouth.

His tongue was a hot, wet spear, delving into her, tasting her, tasting them. He was ravenous, a man starved, and he devoured her with a desperate, hungry urgency.

The rough stubble on his chin scraped against her sensitive inner thighs, a delicious, abrasive friction that only heightened the pleasure. She ground her ...