Lysa's POV
He barely finished speaking before his lips crashed on mine again.
It happens so fast that I didn't even have time to breathe. His hands moved from my waist to the zipper at the back of my dress, and I felt the cool air hit my skin as he slowly pulled it down.
My body stiffened instantly.
"Jason, wait—"
"I've waited long enough," he murmured against my lips, his hands sliding beneath the loosened fabric to touch bare skin. "I've been patient, Lysa. So patient. But I can't anymore. Not tonight."
"This is too fast," I protested, my hands pushing weakly against his chest. "We're in a car, and—"
"I'll go slow," he promised, his mouth moving to my ear, his voice dropping to that husky whisper that made my thoughts scatter. "I'll make it good for you. I promise.
