They tangled together beside the SUV, half in shadow, the cold air forgotten between the heat of their bodies. Danielle kissed him harder. Seth responded immediately, pulling her closer. His hands found the gap of skin at her back, sliding under her shirt, his fingers smoothly gliding like he wanted to memorize the shape of her.
Danielle moaned softly against his mouth, pressing him against the car. Her hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt, her hands shaking as they sought out his warm skin. There was a deep desperation in the way she kissed him, a silent please in every touch.
Her hands slipped higher, skimming his ribs. Seth’s breath hitched, his own hands tightening at her waist before one slid up her spine, dragging her flush against him. He kissed her like this moment had haunted
