Scarlett's POV
The air in the car was thick. Not with words, because neither of us spoke, but with everything we'd done. The hands, the mouths, the raw desperation. The marks his fingers left on my thighs, the tremble in my voice when I cried out his name, the deep, punishing rhythm that shook the very breath from my lungs.
It had been wild. Reckless. One second I was in my seat, fuming, and the next, he had pulled me onto his lap like he couldn't stand another second of distance. Our mouths clashed. His hands roamed. I clung to his neck, grinding on him like my body belonged there. Like it always had.
The sound of skin against skin, his low growls, my moans swallowed between kisses, it all blurred into heat. Into hunger.
Then, just as fast as it started, it ended. We shoved each other away like two people possessed. Like if we stayed tangled a moment longer, we'd never escape. My chest was heaving. His jaw clenched. Our bodies had betrayed us, yet again.
