Liam’s fingers touched her waist, slowly sliding up along her side as if he remembered exactly where he had left off.

Olívia held her breath.

Liam moved closer. Warmer.

“You’re just embarrassed,” he murmured. “Not nervous. Not regretful. And definitely not turned off.”

She swallowed hard, her skin shivering beneath his touch.

He pulled her to the edge of the table and lifted her face by the chin, forcing her to keep looking into his eyes.

“Tell me,” he whispered, teasing her against him. “Do yo