"Not yet," he said again.
Grace stared at him. Her chest heaving. Her lips swollen. "Then what—"
Liam stood up.
He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it. His jeans came next, unbuckled and pushed down in one motion. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Everything landing in a pile on the floor.
Grace watched him from where she lay. Her eyes moving over him slowly.
Liam looked down at her. "Raise your ass."
Grace swallowed. Then she pushed herself up onto her knees, her palms flat on the floor, her back arching downward and her hips lifting. The thin lace panties still on, pulled slightly to one side from before.
Liam crouched behind her. His hand finding her hip. The other moving between her thighs.
He pushed the fabric aside again and slid two fingers in.
"Oh—" Grace's arms buckled slightly. She caught herself. Her hands pressing harder into the floor.
