Zara gasped, the sudden chill of the stone biting through her sheer leggings.
But the shock of the cold was instantly obliterated by the radiating, suffocating heat of his body pressing flush against her knees. She parted her thighs instinctively, opening herself to the heavy, muscular line of his hips.
Ryan's hands slid up the smooth, bare skin of her thighs, bunching the oversized white shirt around her ribs. He didn't bother unbuttoning it. He shoved the fabric up, exposing the heavy, unconstrained swell of her breasts.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a slow, bruising kiss.
Zara tasted like mint and absolute, intoxicating devotion. She opened for him immediately, her tongue sliding wet and hot against his, swallowing the low groan that rumbled in the back of his throat.
Her fingers tangled violently in his dark hair, anchoring her head against the aggressive, consuming pressure of his mouth.
