Lana leaned closer, her breath warm against his lips, her hands pressing against his chest through his thin t-shirt, fingers tracing the hard lines of his lean muscles. Liam's deep blue eyes locked onto hers, his sharp jawline tightening as he fought the urge to pull her closer. Her teasing movements were testing his restraint, and the playful glint in her eyes told him she knew it.
"You're staring," she said, her voice low and sultry, a smirk playing on her lips. Her hips shifted slightly, pressing against him through his sweatpants, the blanket slipping to reveal the curve of her shorts clinging to her thighs.
Liam's hands flexed at his sides, itching to touch her. "Hard not to," he murmured, his voice rough, eyes tracing her flawless skin. "You look like trouble wrapped in fire."
