The kiss deepened, each one slower than the last, but no less hungry. Danielle’s hands were in his hair now, tugging him closer like she couldn’t get enough. The cold metal of the SUV pressed against her back, but she barely noticed—it was all heat and skin and breath and the low sound he made when she scraped her nails lightly along his waist.
Seth’s lips broke away from hers, brushing down the side of her neck. She gasped, her fingers tightening where they gripped his shoulders.
“Back seat,” he growled, voice low and rough in her ear. “Now.”
Danielle hesitated just long enough to let him see the smirk tug at her lips, then she reached behind her and opened the back door. Seth’s hands didn’t leave her body as they stumbled together into the SUV, laughing quietly between kisses, tangled
