When Connor's body pressed against hers, Rachel realized she had almost no room to move— the backseat was narrower than she had imagined.
Her mind was consumed by Connor's burning kiss, his deep, sensual breaths echoing in her ears. Without thinking, she parted her lips to respond, her tongue entwining with his, as if lost in the smoothness of mousse. Her heartbeat quickened.
Suddenly, the taxi jolted slightly. Rachel accidentally bit Connor's lip, and he inhaled sharply, lifting his head with a smile in his eyes.
Rachel's cheeks had turned bright red from the kiss. When she realized she had left a mark on his lips, she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I…"
Connor chuckled lightly, teasing, "Seems like your teeth are quite sharp."
His intense gaze made Rachel feel a little nervous. Howe
