Tatiana's hand went to Liam's neck as she dragged him closer and kissed his lips again.
This time the kiss was soft — incredibly soft. His lips felt warm and gentle against hers, almost too perfect. She lingered there, savoring the feeling, her heart racing wildly in her chest. Her other hand settled on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart and the firmness of his body through his shirt.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, her emerald eyes shining with a mixture of nervousness and desire.
Without a word, she stood up from his lap. But instead of moving away, she turned slightly and knelt on the wide wooden chair he was sitting on, positioning herself so she could straddle his lap properly, facing him directly. The movement brought their faces close again, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.
