Page 107 of Red Marked

“Right now! Kiss me, dammit! Before he sees you.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. His hand slides around the back of my neck, and he leans across the console and covers my mouth with his.

For a second, I’m too stunned to move. Then his lips part mine, and his tongue touches mine, slow and sure, and I moan and melt into him.

He tastes like salted caramel and chocolate. Cold and sweet. So delicious.

Hot damn!

Under all that is something darker that’s all him, and I chase it. My hand fists in the front of his white shirt, and I pull him closer, and the groan that comes out of his chest goes straight through me and lands between my legs in the vicinity of my clit.

What the…?!

His thumb strokes along my jaw, angling my head so he can go deeper. He isn’t in any kind of a hurry. He learns my mouth, sucking my bottom lip between his, nipping at it and then soothing the sting with his tongue. His other hand finds my waist, fingers spread wide over my ribs, and he hauls me as far across the console as the seatbelt will allow. The buckle digs into my hip. I don’t care.

I forget where we are.

I forget why we started kissing in the first place.

There’s only Flint. The scratch of his stubble against my chin. The way he breathes hard through his nose, like he’s run out of air. The sound I make when his teeth graze my lip is high and needy. It sounds nothing like me. Then I’m breathing too hard and fast as well.

His hand slides up from my waist into my hair, and he tugs, and my head drops back. He follows me down, his mouth open on mine, kissing me like there is no tomorrow.

I want more. I want his hands under my blouse. I want to climb over this console and into his lap.

Then Flint laughs against my lips and pulls back.

I blink at him. My mouth feels swollen. My fingers are still knotted in his shirt. His eyes drop, so I follow them down.

The paper cup is in his lap. On its side. Rocky Road and salted caramel are everywhere. Across his thigh, into the crease of his suit pants, pooled between his legs and soaking in. A trail of chocolate runs down to his knee. The little plastic spoon is stuck in the middle of all of it.

“Oh my gosh.” I let go of him so fast my hands flap. “Oh, no. Flint. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“It is not fine. Look at you.” I grab for the cup and only manage to tip out what’s left. I squeal and cover my mouth. “I’m so, so sorry. I can’t believe I did that.”

That kiss went on for far too long. It only had to be for a few seconds.

Crap!

My cheeks go hot. Then the rest of my face joins in. My neck too.

I was into that kiss. Way too into it.

I forgot all about Jett. I didn’t care he was with another female and all over her.

“Don’t worry about it, Star.” He’s still laughing, scooping a melted lump of marshmallow off his zipper with two fingers. “Breathe. It’s ice cream, not acid.”

“Thank god or your dick would be done for.”

He laughs harder.

I make myself look past him and through the windshield. The sidewalk outside the ice cream store is empty. The door is shut.

“I think they went inside.” I swallow. “Jett and the female. I think they went into the store. I’m pretty sure that’s where they were heading.”

“I don’t think he saw you.”