Page 19 of Surrendering to the Obsession

Alexander leaned in and kissed her again, deep enough to steal her breath but soft enough to feel unbearably intimate. His lips dragged over hers, a warm, sensual glide that made her toes curl.

Then his tongue traced a teasing sweep over her bottom lip, just a whisper, slow and sinful taste that made her tremble.

He felt it.

He pulled back only an inch, his eyes warm, full, heavy with something that wrapped around her like heat.

“Wait for me,” he murmured—soft, but strained, like the words scraped out of him.

He dragged himself away from her like it physically hurt to let go. His breath faltered, chest rising in one hard, uneven pull. For a moment, he just sat there, jaw clenched, eyes closed as if fighting the instinct to reach for her again.

Then he forced himself back into his seat, shoulders stiff, expression carved with restraint that looked seconds from breaking. His hand shot to the ignition, movements quick, impatient. The key scraped once before he jammed it in, and the engine roared awake like it felt his urgency.

He slammed the gear into drive and the car shot forward.

The city dimmed behind rows of trees. Shadows slipped across the windshield. The world outside grew quiet, muted.

But the air inside the car stayed hot, charged, thick with desire.

Every few seconds, she felt his gaze dart toward her—quick, hungry, tortured.

When he finally slowed the car on an empty, silent stretch of road, it felt like the world had disappeared. No headlights. No voices. Just two people and the thrum of the engine.

Then, the car stopped.

He didn’t even breathe—he moved.

Her seatbelt snapped open with one smooth, decisive pull. His hands slid to her waist and before she inhaled, he lifted her off the seat.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as he pulled her over the console and onto his lap with one urgent, unbroken motion. Her knees slid around him; her palms gripped his shoulders; her breath caught hard.

She felt his warmth, his breath, the wild thud of his heartbeat against her chest.

His arm locked around her waist instantly, holding her tight against him.

“Mia…” Her name scraped out of him, low, unsteady.

Then he buried his face in her neck.

“Mmmhh…” Heat rushed straight through her.

His mouth opened against her skin. Warm, hungry, desperate. He licked along the base of her throat, tasting her like he’d been starving for it.

“Ah…” Her breath left her in a shaky exhale.

He dragged his mouth up the curve of her neck, tracing with the edge of his tongue, following the line with an intoxicating mix of softness and need that made her head fall back without meaning to.

“Oh God…”

He caught the movement. His hand slid up her spine, pressing her closer, anchoring her as he kissed deeper.

Again. And again. And again.

Every lick, every breath, every brush of his lips pulled another tremor out of her.

She couldn’t even breathe. His mouth was everywhere—her pulse, her jawline, the hollow beneath her ear.

“Mia…” His voice shook against her skin.