Selene's mouth ghosted over mine again—this time, less teasing, more intent.

She kissed me like she was devouring me in slow motion.

Her hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate grind, dragging her heat across the strain in my pants. I let out a strangled sound, one hand bracing on the armrest, the other still gripping her bare thigh like it was my only tether to Earth.

"Relax," she whispered against my lips. "Let me take care of you."

Her hand slid down my chest, nails catching just enough to make me arch into her touch. She moved lower, trailing fingers across the waistband of my sweats, toying with the...