[Warning: This chapter contains very explicit, mature content. Reader discretion is advised.]
Once Lucian joined Ashley in the backseat, he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. She didn't resist, allowing him to guide her until she was seated on his lap, her legs angled across the seat.
With one hand resting on his shoulder, she lowered her head and tilted it. This time, taking the lead, as if it were time to put everything she had learned from their long kiss in the garden to use.
His fingers slid through her hair, combing it back as his other hand steadied her at the waist. Their lips met again—slow at first, then deeper—until their breaths grew uneven and the space between them filled with heat.
What began as hesitation dissolved into something heavier… something harder to contain.
