Liam felt a sudden shift beneath him.
Her hand.
It was fumbling with his belt, slow but certain, her fingers brushing against his lower abdomen with each movement. She was undressing him, no hesitation, no second-guessing.
His eyes locked on hers.
Her expression was calm… determined.
She unbuckled his belt and slid her hand to the button of his trousers. But before she could go any further, Liam caught her wrist—firm but gentle.
"Are you sure about this?" His voice was low, deep, almost hoarse with restraint.
She didn't blink. She didn't stutter. She nodded once, her lips slightly parted, breath already shaky. That was all he needed.
Liam leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "Then let me."
He shifted down, trailing slow, burning kisses along her torso. His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into the slick gold fabric of her skirt—the same skin-tight thing that clung to her like it was afraid to let go.
He didn't rip it.
He peeled it down.
