Liam's hand slid around her waist and pulled her in.
There was no hesitation now. No doubt. No distance. Just her—pressed tightly against him, her breath mingling with his, her body warm in his arms. Lana moved with sudden energy, lifting her sweater over her head in one motion and tossing it aside without a care. It landed somewhere across the room. She melted into his embrace, her soft curves fitting perfectly against his frame as she leaned in again, lips crashing into his like she couldn't get enough.
Liam didn't fight it.
His body responded on instinct, arms gripping her tighter, feeling her chest against his, her hair falling around their faces like a curtain. His back gave in, collapsing softly into the mattress as he lay back, Lana following him down without breaking the kiss, her body resting above his, knees straddling him gently. Their lips stayed connected, mouths moving, breaths quickening.
It was fast. Wild. Almost desperate.
Too much.
