Liam's P.O.V.
The air between us was thick—so thick I could barely think, barely breathe. My pulse roared in my ears as Mai's lips moved against mine, slow and teasing, her fingers tracing patterns over my thigh, getting closer, closer—
I gasped against her mouth as her hand brushed over my jeans, pressing down on the ache I'd been trying so hard to ignore. My body jerked instinctively, torn between wanting more and the sharp awareness that we were still in a public place.
"Mai—" My voice was hoarse, only a whisper.
She pulled back just enough to look at me, her silver eyes gleaming in the flickering light of the screen. There was something in her expression—something dangerous, something hungry.
"You're so sensitive," she murmured, her fingers pressing down on my erection again, slow and deliberate.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my entire body betraying me as I arched slightly into her touch. "People will see," I hissed, barely holding on to my sanity.
