Chapter 5:

Tension and Control

My lips still tingled from the kiss, and the taste of him lingered on my tongue. I sat back in the passenger seat, breathing hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. Daniel’s hand was still on my breast, his thumb slowly circling my nipple through the damp fabric. The air in the car felt thick, charged with everything we’d just done. I wanted more. Right then. But he pulled his hand away slowly, like it took real effort, and ran it through his hair.

“Fuck, Aria,” he muttered, voice rough. “You’re going to make me lose every bit of control I have.”

I looked at...