Oh.
I had thought I was prepared.
I was not.
A slow, breathless smile tugged at his mouth, shy and dangerous at the same time. “Still sure?” he asked.
The bastard.
The sweet, careful, devastating bastard.
I stepped out of my pants before answering.
The wet denim clung to my legs, stubborn and cold, and I nearly stumbled getting it past my boots. Liam moved instantly, one hand reaching for me, but I shook my head.
“No.”
He froze.
“Stay.”
His hand curled into a fist at his side.
The way he obeyed did something terrible to me.
I pushed the soaked fabric down, then hooked my thumbs into my panties. They were drenched, ruined, clinging to me in a way that made Liam’s gaze drop and stay there. His chest stopped moving when I slid them down my thighs.
This time, I did not hide.
Eve
