She swallowed hard, her fingernails raking lightly across his back and hips, one hand flung wide to clutch at the bedclothes as he coaxed her toward that high. He seemed to play her body like an instrument, every nerve tuned to his fingers at a fevered pitch.
A hot flush crept over her face and body, the slow burn of desire building as his fingers crept inside of her. "God, Liam," she breathed, "Don't stop!" She knew he was just getting started, but already she couldn't get enough.