Isabella leaned in, her lips hovering just a breath away from his. The tension between them was palpable, the anticipation of what was to come crackling in the air.
Then, finally, she closed the distance, her mouth meeting his in a searing kiss. It was hungry, demanding, a kiss that left no doubt about her intentions.
Liam responded eagerly, his hands coming up to cup her face. He angled his head, deepening the kiss as their tongues tangled and dueled.
Isabella pressed closer, her body molding to his. She could feel the heat of him, the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. It ignited a fire low in her belly, a longing so intense it took her breath away.
When they finally broke apart, they were both panting, their cheeks flushed and their eyes dark with desire.
"We should get out of here," Isabella murmured, her voice low and husky. "Go somewhere more... private."
Liam swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with the effort. "Your place?"
She shook her head. "No. A hotel."
