Gina's hands slid beneath the collar of Sean's shirt, fingertips tracing the warm skin along his shoulders.
He exhaled a shaky breath as she kissed down the line of his jaw, her lips moving slowly, deliberately, igniting heat wherever they touched.
She could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath her restrained, like he was holding back—but his hands roamed with purpose.
One gripped her waist, the other slid up her back, anchoring her against him as if he couldn't stand even a sliver of space between them.
"You're dangerous," he murmured against her throat, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin there. "You know that?"
"And you like danger," she whispered back, pressing closer until her chest was flush against his.
Sean groaned softly, his grip tightening. His mouth returned to hers—hungry now, deeper—and the kiss turned urgent, desperate, like they were trying to drown in each other and forget everything else.
