Drunk people were famously honest.
Noreen was no exception.
She gave an earnest nod. "I do."
"Then go ahead," he whispered.
Noreen craned her neck upward, but quickly realized she was too far away.
She huffed in frustration. "I can''t reach."
Seth tightened his arm around her shoulder and lowered his head until their noses were brushing.
It was deeply intimate.
When he spoke, his warm breath fanned across her face, thick with tension.
"How about now?" he asked.
The frown on her face finally vanished. "Much better."
She tilted her head up slightly and pressed her lips to his.
Whether it was from ack of practice or just the sheer amount of alcohol in her system, the kiss was incredibly light and tentative.
She tasted him as delicately as a piece of candy.
Seth was clearly unsatisfied with such a chaste touch.
Yet, he didn''t dare push for more, terrified that he might shatter this perfect fantasy. So, he forced himself to stay perfectly still, letting her kiss him however she pleased. But his ragged breathing and his left hand-gripping the leather seat so hard that the veins stood out against his skin-gave away exactly how much restraint it was taking.
Whether by coincidence or design, there was a faint trace of peppermint on his tongue.
It was intoxicating.
But keeping her neck arched up like that was tiring work.
After a few seconds, she pulled back in annoyance.
"My neck hurts," she mumbled, her tone whiny and coquettish. "Can''t you do some of the work?"
In the very next second, before she could even react, Seth''srge hands locked onto her waist.
He hauled her against him and crashed his mouth over hers.
It was aggressive.
It was desperate.
Noreen subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, tipping her head back and submitting fully to the kiss.
Her body trembled against his-a silent, undeniable invitation.
Outside, the cool mountain breeze blew softly as fireworks painted the distant sky.
Inside, the car felt like an absolute furnace.
Fuelled by the alcohol, the intense heat of the car, and the rising passion. Noreen squirmed restless in hisp as he devoured her mouth.
The friction was equal parts paradise and pure torture for Seth.
But Noreen was too far gone in her drunken haze to realize exactly what she was awakening beneath her.
Through her blurred vision, all she could focus on was his Adam''s apple bobbing with hard swallows of restraint.
Unable to resist, she reached out and traced it with her fingertips.
She had no idea just how sensitive that spot was for him.
His breathing hitched into ragged pants, the cords in his neck straining.
The long-lost, agonizingly familiar scent between them filled the tighf space heady, intense, and hopelessly addictive.
Hovering
grarely a millimeter above
her
voice came out as a
gravelly rasp rasp "Are you going
be
remember this when you wake up?
Noreen didn''t answer.
Maybe she didn''t hear him, or maybe her brain just couldn''t process the words.
She simply followed her instincts, parting her lips in a silent plea for more.
He gave up on getting an answer and just kissed her senseless.
The cool air of the mountain shed with the searing heat of their mouths.
Seth practically drowned himself in her taste, refusing to pull away.
A fine sheen of sweat coated her skin, making it dangerously slick.
She felt like absolute silk under his palms-sending violent shudders through them both with every touch.
Noreen was trapped between extreme satisfaction and total emptiness.
The kiss was incredible.
But it only made the aching hollow in her chest feel worse.
Seth knew exactly how worked up she was, and he knew exactly what she wanted.
Grabbing her hips, he shifted her so she straddled hisp.
Tilting his head, he kissed her again, sweeping his tongue deeply inside.
The hem of her dress rode up as his calloused hand found the small of her back... Relying on sheer muscle memory, Seth tookplete control.
He knew every rhythm, every sigh, exactly when to push and exactly when to pull back.
Noreen felt like she was burning alive, every single nerve ending screaming for more.