Her eyes were locked on mine. "Make love to me, Liam," she whispered.
Shit, she was serious! I stopped and pulled back, not taking my eyes from hers. There was no sign of indecision; she had made up her mind. All I saw on her face was love, happiness and need, and I would bet anything that my face looked exactly the same.
"Angel, I can wait," I promised again.
"I know you can, but I'm ready now." She nodded, looking at me softly.
"Shouldn't your first time be special? In a nice hotel or something, with rose petals and candles all scattered around?" I asked, frowning. I could book one for tomorrow night if she was really ready.
She shook her head. "It will be special, Liam. It'll be our first time. That's special enough for me. Please?" she begged, running her hand down my back.
