I didn’t move.

I couldn’t. My body still hummed from the orgasm he’d pulled out of me with nothing but his hand, and the order he’d left hanging in the air—Don’t put your clothes on—kept me exactly where I was. Naked. Legs still slightly open. Heart trying to climb out of my throat.

The shower ran for a long time.

When the water finally shut off, I heard the soft sounds of him moving around the ensuite—drawer, towel, the quiet click of a cabinet. Then the door opened and Liam stepped back into the bedroom.

He wore only a pair of dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair...