Liam’s mouth hovered just inches from Mia’s. His breath was hot against her skin, the tension between them sharp and electric. Mia’s breath hitched painfully as his hand curled toward her waist, his thumb brushing faintly against the bare skin beneath her shirt.
“You’re shaking,” Liam whispered.
Mia’s breath fractured. “I’m not scared.”
Liam’s gaze burned. His hand slid toward her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. His mouth curled faintly. “Then what are you?”
Mia’s breath trembled. Her hand curled toward his chest, her fingers brushing faintly against the steady thrum of his heartbeat. His pulse was hard and fast beneath her touch.
“Angry,” Mia whispered. “And tired of being controlled.”
Liam’s gaze sharpened. His hand slid toward her back, pulling her closer. Their bodi
