“That’s it,” he murmured against my lips, his voice like smoke and sin. “That’s how I want you to drive it. Desperate. Hungry. Like you can’t stop yourself.”
A strangled moan escaped me. The world tilted, narrowed, until all I knew was him—his heat, his weight, his mouth devouring mine.
Until—
“Oh my God! Is that what I think it is?!”
I jolted like I’d been electrocuted, shoving Roman back so fast I almost fell off the hood. Lizzie’s scream carried across the driveway as she ran out barefoot, hair a wild mess, eyes locked on the car.
“Savannah!” she screeched. “Is this yours?!”
I scrambled off the hood, tugging my flimsy tank top down, cursing the very obvious state of my n*****s. Heat flamed across my cheeks while Roman leaned back casually against the car again.
“Lizzie!” I sque
