Celine POV
I stay perched above him, my knees on either side of his hips as my fingers trace the hard lines of his chest. Slowly, I let them wander to the top button of his shirt, unfastening it with deliberate care. His hands shoot up, capturing mine in his strong grip, and a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest.
“Celine, we’re in the car,” he growls softly, his lips grazing my ear.
The sound of his voice sends a jolt of desire through me, and I press my body closer to his, ignoring the faint protest in his tone. I want him—no, I need him. Before, s*x had always been a chore, something I endured rather than enjoyed. But with Sebastian, it’s different. Every moment with him feels like electricity sparking through my veins, igniting something primal within me.
I bite my lip, whispering a
