Lianne's fingertips subconsciously gripped the large hand around her waist. His fingers were long, firm, and warm. As his kiss deepened, she involuntarily clenched his hand tighter.
She was like a fish roasting over a blazing fire—completely at his mercy, unable to move.
Seth parted her teeth, exploring within to taste and nip at her lips and tongue, their mouths inseparably entwined.
In the quiet car, the intimate sounds of their kiss mingled with damp gasps, stirring the air with a fiery desire.
When they finally parted, Lianne was breathless. Her red lips were moist and glistening, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a rosy blush. She stared at him, dazed, for a few seconds before wordlessly pushing open the car door and climbing out.
In an inconspicuous car nearby, Leo Lynn sat in the driver's seat with a lollipop in his mouth. He watched as Lianne raised the back of her hand to wipe her lips while striding hastily into the residential building.
