Hazel's POV
I wasn't about to let him get away with his teasing games. Two could play this dangerous dance. The dim lighting of the parking garage cast shadows across his chiseled features as I leaned over him, capturing his lips in a kiss that spoke of possession and desire.
My fingers worked at his belt with deliberate slowness, watching how his breathing changed with every touch. Liam's eyes darkened as I shifted to kneel beside him on the leather seat, the confined space of his luxury car suddenly feeling intimate rather than restrictive.
He was magnificent in his arousal, and I took my time appreciating every inch of him. My tongue traced patterns that made him grip the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. I started with gentle exploration, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling how he responded to each movement of my mouth.
