Her damp hair carried an intoxicatingly comforting shampoo scent—a fragrance that wrapped around him like a security blanket.
The moment he pulled her inside the car with rough urgency, he immediately crushed her against his chest.
The driver swiftly raised the partition and cranked up the stereo, filling the space with pulsing music.
Zane captured Joanne's lips in a searing kiss, catching her so off guard her eyes widened comically.
He pulled back just enough to growl, "Focus on me."
Focus? Impossible. Her thoughts short-circuited—since when did he kiss her like this?
The sharp tang of alcohol still lingered between them from her earlier drinks.
Then without warning, he sank his teeth into her plump lower lip, making her gasp.
The luxury sedan sped through neon-lit streets, the ba
