Liam remained oblivious to the whispers and words swirling about him beyond the walls of this room. Even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared—not now, not when every fiber of his being was consumed by the moment unfolding beneath him.
Ann lay naked beneath him, her skin flushed and glistening, her body a masterpiece sculpted by some divine hand, a work of art that left him breathless. He, too, had shed every barrier between them, his own bare form pressed against hers in a tangle of heat and want.
He leaned down, his lips finding hers once more. They were slightly swollen now, tender from the countless kisses they'd shared, but he couldn't resist tasting her again. The kiss was slow at first, savoring the softness of her mouth, the way she yielded to him so completely. Ann's breath hitched against his lips, and then, almost instinctively, she shifted beneath him. Her legs parted slightly, a subtle invitation that sent a surge of heat racing through him.
