Lilith's POV
The car door slams, making me jump.
The cool leather seat chills my skin through my skirt. Before I can settle, the partition rises, and the tinted windows seal us in a private cage.
Jarek's scent—dark cedar and danger—engulfs me. His strong arms lock around me like steel, my nose pressed into his expensive suit.
He loves this—holding me close, burying his face in my neck, kissing, sniffing, claiming my scent.
"Did you miss me?"
I tried to squirm away, but his hand fisted in my hair, holding me in place. His wet tongue traces my pulse, and my racing heartbeat echoes in my ears.
"Hmm?" His palm squeezes my waist, rough fingers kneading with wicked intent. "Answer me."
I arch away. "Stop...it tickles..."
His broad hand slides over my stomach, the other tracing my wais
