Liam kissed me like he was trying to erase the last hour from existence.
His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding, hot, and tasting of mint. I met him stroke for stroke, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer despite the gear shift digging into my hip.
"Mmph," I moaned when air became a necessity.
He pulled back, but only an inch. His forehead rested against mine, his golden eyes glowing in the dark car. His breathing was as ragged as mine.
"Sorry," he rasped, his thumb brushing my cheek. "My wolf... he didn't handle seeing Dante touch you very well."
"I gathered," I whispered, my heart still racing.
He reached out, smoothing my hair back from my face, his touch gentle but possessive. Then he ran his hand down my arm, rubbing the spot where Dante’s arm had rested, as if sc
