James Lancaster kissed Clara Green with feverish intensity, the air in the car growing thick with desire as his restraint began to fray.
His hands wandered upward from her waist, finally settling over the soft curves of her chest, eliciting a shudder from her entire body. When James finally broke the kiss, Clara's misty eyes held a trace of grievance—an irresistible provocation that made him crave her lips again.
Instead, his lips curled into a knowing smirk as he murmured in a husky voice, "Let's continue this at home."
With that, he released her, sliding back into the driver's seat and restarting the engine. Clara's cheeks burned, her head bowing as his words lit a slow-burning heat under her skin. A helpless smile tugged at her lips.
Then, Lori White's threats resurfaced in Clara's
