Jace's hand slid down, his palm brushing the bare skin of Amelia's thigh where her skirt had ridden up.
She gasped, a tremor shooting through her body. Her fingers tightened around the coffee cup until she had to set it aside quickly, as Jace leaned closer.
His crimson eyes narrowed with sly amusement. Amelia's head tilted back, gray eyes wide behind her crooked glasses. Her breath hitched, chest rising too fast.
"Jace… wait…"
Instead of pulling away, his fingers caught a loose strand of her white hair. He twirled it slowly, deliberately, his voice a low tease.
"Why? Did you forget to lock the door?"
Her throat bobbed hard. "N-No, that's not—"
His hand slid from her hair to the back of her head, palm pressing firm against her skull. He stopped her retreat, leaning in until their faces nearly touched. Their breath mingled, hot against each other's lips.
His whisper cut sharp, romantic but edged with dominance. "If the door is locked, then whatever we do… no one will see you."
