Liam sprawled on the hardwood, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling.
The air in the apartment was still thick, smelling of heavy sex and the strong tang of sweat.
His skin was slick, and his muscles felt like they'd been replaced by warm lead, but a primal surge of energy was still buzzing in the back of his brain.
"Let's do it again," Liam panted.
"Huh?"
Kelly's head snapped toward him, her hair a tangled mess across the rug.
She looked at him with genuine confusion, her eyes wide.
She was still reeling from the way he'd just dismantled her, the force of his thrusts and the sheer volume of his release had left her feeling hollowed out and sensitive.
Her late husband had been a decent man, but even in his prime, he'd been a 'one and done' kind of lover.
The idea that this twenty-year-old was offering a third round after practically shaking the walls of her apartment was shocking.
"Miss Kelly?" Liam called out when the silence stretched too long.
