Lianne looked down at the man beneath her. Without answering his question, she lowered her gaze and began unbuttoning his pajama top.
She undid them one by one, in no hurry at all. Her fingertips ghosted over his well-defined muscles, causing Seth Sinclair's breathing to grow heavier.
It was as if they were tracing a line across his heart as well.
Seth Sinclair's Adam's apple bobbed. He clenched his fists in an effort to restrain himself, watching as she undressed him little by little, as if unwrapping a present.
Lianne kept her eyes downcast, her long lashes fluttering gently like a butterfly's wings. Catching sight of something, she unconsciously pressed her lips together.
Once she finished, Lianne raised her lashes to look at him.
In the dim, silent room, their gazes collided, clinging to each other, thick and searingly hot.
She leaned down and lowered her head to kiss him.
