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The engine kept running, low and steady. Claire’s head stayed on Liam’s shoulder. Her fingers remained laced with his, the scraped palm turned carefully upward.

For a long time neither of them spoke. The only sounds were their breathing and the quiet hum of the car.

Liam moved first. He shifted just enough to look at her properly. His eyes dropped to the small cut on her palm, then to her mouth. When he lifted his free hand, it was slow enough that she could have stopped him.

He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek with the back of his fingers, letting the touch linger along her jaw. Claire’s breath caught.

He leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was deliberate unhurried at first, but certain. Liam’s mouth moved against hers with quiet control, giving her time to pull away if she wanted.

She didn’t. Her lips parted under his with a soft, unsteady sound. When he deepened the kiss, her fingers tightened in his.

He kept the pace steady, teaching her the rhythm without words. One hand stayed at the back of her neck, holding her exactly where he wanted her, while the other rested on her thigh.

The torn dress had ridden up enough that his palm met bare skin. Claire shivered at the contact. A small, helpless noise escaped her throat.

When he finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had gone darker.

Claire turned her face toward the windshield like she needed the space. Her breathing was already uneven. Liam didn’t let the distance last.

He cupped her jaw and brought her mouth back to his, kissing her deeper this time. His tongue brushed hers, slow and thorough, until she made another quiet sound against him.

His hand slid higher on her thigh.

Claire tensed. For a moment her fingers pressed against his chest as if she meant to push him away. The pressure never fully arrived. Instead her hand curled into his shirt, holding on while his palm stroked upward in a slow, deliberate path.

When his thumb brushed the soft skin near the edge of her panties, her whole body reacted a sharp inhale, a visible tremor that ran through her shoulders.

She broke the kiss and turned her head away again, forehead against his cheek.

Liam didn’t stop touching her. His hand kept moving in lazy, controlled strokes along her inner thigh, never quite reaching where she was already warm, but close enough that every pass made her breath hitch.

Claire’s hips shifted once, involuntary. She immediately tried to still them, but the damage was done.

He kissed the side of her neck, open-mouthed and slow. ”Liam...” Her voice was thin, almost warning.

He answered by dragging his lips higher, finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. At the same time his hand finally cupped her between her legs over the thin fabric of her panties.

Claire’s body jerked. A broken sound left her before she could stop it. She was already wet

he could feel it through the material.

Her hand came down and caught his wrist.

For a second it looked like she would push him away. Her fingers trembled around his wrist, caught between stopping him and holding him there.

Liam waited, but he didn’t remove his hand. He simply pressed the heel of his palm against her more firmly and rubbed a slow, deliberate circle. Claire’s resistance cracked.

Her forehead dropped against his shoulder. Her grip on his wrist loosened, then tightened again for an entirely different reason. When he rubbed her again firmer this time her hips pushed forward into his hand despite the quiet, frustrated sound she made.

Liam kissed the top of her head, still working her slowly through the fabric.

He could feel how much she wanted to stop. He could also feel how badly her body disagreed. Every time she tried to pull her hips back, they returned a second later, seeking more pressure.

Her breathing had turned shallow and uneven. The conflict played out in the tight line of her shoulders and the way her fingers kept flexing around his wrist.

He shifted his hand, slipping two fingers beneath the edge of her panties. Claire’s entire body went still.

Liam stroked her slowly, parting her folds, finding her slick and swollen. The first direct touch against her clit made her gasp sharply.

She turned her face into his neck, muffling the sound, but she didn’t tell him to stop. When he rubbed a steady, focused circle around the sensitive nerve, her thighs trembled on either side of his hand.

”I shouldn’t,” she whispered, the words barely audible. Even as she said it, her hips rolled forward, chasing the friction.

Liam gave it to her slow, relentless circles that made her breath stutter. He watched every reaction, adjusting pressure whenever her body told him she needed more.

Claire’s free hand fisted in his shirt. Her mouth opened against his neck, soft and desperate, as the pleasure built higher than she seemed ready for.

He kept the pace controlled. No rushing. Just steady, expert strokes that left her shaking.

When he finally eased one finger inside her, Claire made a broken, helpless sound. She was tight genuinely tight and the way she clenched around him told him exactly how long it had been.

He worked the single finger in and out with careful patience, curling it against the spot that made her hips jerk.

Her resistance was still there, visible in the way she kept almost pulling away, but it was losing ground with every stroke. Liam added a second finger only when she was wet enough to take it.

The stretch drew another shaky moan from her throat. She was dripping now, coating his fingers, her body openly begging even while her mind tried to hold the line.

Liam kissed her again, swallowing the next sound she made.

His fingers kept moving slow, deep, thorough while his thumb returned to her clit, rubbing in time with the thrusts.

Claire’s body responded with complete honesty. Her hips moved with him. Her walls fluttered and clenched. The wet sounds of his fingers working her filled the quiet car.

She was close. He could feel it in the way she tightened, in the desperate little noises she could no longer fully suppress.

Claire’s hand shot down and grabbed his wrist again, harder this time.

For a moment he thought she would finally stop him. Her eyes were glassy, conflicted, almost panicked by how far she had already let this go.

But when he curled his fingers just right and pressed firmly against her clit, her head fell back and a raw, helpless moan tore out of her.

She came on his hand, trembling hard, walls pulsing around his fingers while she tried

and failed to stay silent.

Liam worked her through it with the same controlled patience, drawing every last shiver out of her before he finally slowed. He left his fingers inside her a moment longer, feeling the aftershocks, then carefully withdrew.

Claire collapsed against his chest, breathing raggedly. Her body was still trembling. The evidence of how much she had wanted it was unmistakable her panties soaked, her thighs still weakly parted, her face hidden in his neck like she couldn’t bear to look at him yet.

Liam stroked her back slowly, giving her time.

He didn’t push further. He simply held her, the thick, obvious hardness in his trousers pressed against her hip as a quiet reminder that this was far from over.