With his eyes fastened on mine, he stood up and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side before climbing over me. Dropping his mouth to my stomach, he began peeling my blouse off while his lips blazed a trail up my torso and between my breasts, not stopping until he reached my mouth and brought my shirt over my head.
He gazed down at me, his tender eyes burning into mine as he ran a finger down my cheek. “I’m yours, Liv. Tell me that you’re mine.”