“Mitch,” Roxie practically groaned his name like a plea for mercy. Not that he seemed to have any.
The humid night air clung to the inside of Mitch’s car like a second skin, making Roxie sweat. Or maybe that had more to do with the firm hands roaming over her skin than the temperature. Still, it was thick with the scent of rain on hot asphalt outside and the fading traces of her perfume and desire.
Parked in the shadowed car park outside Roxie’s apartment building, the vehicle felt otherworldly, like a bubble keeping the rest of the world away. For now.
The cooling engine ticked softly, a metallic heartbeat that blended in with the panting breaths escaping their lips. Then Mitch groaned and pressed in closer, or as close as the confines on a car would allow for his muscled frame. It wa
