Lianne had always been on the receiving end, completely inexperienced.
Her eyes, bright as black obsidian, stared unblinkingly at Seth Sinclair.
The man's handsome brows and eyes were sharply defined, his gaze dark and heavy, like that of a lurking beast.
'It shouldn't be too hard. It's just relative motion. Either he moves, or I do.'
Lianne psyched herself up, but when her gaze drifted downward, the tips of her ears immediately burned hot. She was rather taken aback.
'He was…'
Her curled eyelashes trembled, and she took a few deep breaths.
Seth Sinclair watched her bravely push herself up, as if she'd made some great resolution, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
He took one of her hands and placed it on his shoulder to give her a point of support.
Lianne glanced up at him. Seth Sinclair wrapped a long arm around her slender waist, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Continue," he rasped.
