She had a sudden flash of how it had been all those years ago, the way he’d slid his hand under the waistband of her jeans at first rather than undo her fly, how she’d had to beg him to touch her properly. The memory urged her on as she slid her zipper down. “Don’t.” His voice sounded too loud in the small space. A muscle jumped in his jaw. Good. She wanted him to sweat. Once, she’d begged him to love her and he’d pushed her out the door then abandoned her without a word. Tonight she was the one in charge. She pushed the hot pants down her legs and stepped out of them, standing in front of him in nothing but her black lace thong and bra and her red garters and stockings. “So what’s it going to be, Liam? Are you going to give me what I need?” She’d always imagined what it would be like to be with him. She’d been so desperate for him years ago that she’d begged him to take her virginity.
