Liam's hands slid higher up Ann's thighs, his fingers brushing against the thin strip of fabric covering her. Her panties were already damp, clinging to her skin from how turned on she was. She breathed fast, her chest rising and falling, her lips parted as she looked down at him.
He met her gaze, holding her eyes while hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, deliberately, he began sliding them down.
Ann squirmed slightly on the table, her hips lifting instinctively to let him pull them past her ass, down her thighs, then finally off her legs. She pressed her thighs together for a second out of nervousness, but Liam placed his hands firmly on her knees and spread her open again.
Her panties dropped to the floor.
Liam lowered his eyes.
