“This,” Marcel whispered huskily, his breath warm against her ear, “is what you do to me.” His words were low, rough, laced with desire, and before Jenna could fully process the moment, his lips were on hers.
The kiss was sudden, filled with a need, which only Jenna could satisfy. His lips moved over hers with a passion.
It wasn’t the soft, gentle kisses—this was raw, intense, and possessive, as if Marcel was trying to claim her completely. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her even closer, until there was no space left between their bodies.
Jenna pressed her hands firmly against Marcel’s chest, pushing him back slightly as she caught her breath. “What if someone comes?” she asked, her voice breathless and laced with anxiety.
Marcel’s eyes glinted with mischief. “I’ve already l
