(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
Liam’s body pressed against mine, pinning me to the fitting room wall. Our kisses grew desperate as his hands worked magic against my skin. The tiny bikini that had seemed so scandalous minutes ago was now pushed aside, barely hanging on my body.
“Liam,” I gasped as his fingers explored between my thighs. “Please.”
He looked into my eyes, his pupils blown wide with desire. “Tell me what you want, Hazel.”
“You,” I whispered. “Now.”
That was all the permission he needed. In seconds, he had his jeans unbuttoned and lowered just enough. He lifted me against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
I nodded, beyond words. The mate bond between us pulsed with need, drawing us together like magnets. When he finally pushed inside me, I had to bite his shoulder to keep from crying out.
