The console digs into my ribs. I don't care.
My knee slips, threatening to honk the horn. I don't care about that either.
All I care about is the way he angles my head for better access, the growl that vibrates through his chest when I nip at his bottom lip, the—
Wait.
Wait.
My hands push against his shoulders. Not hard, just enough to create space for words.
"Caine—"
He follows my retreat, stealing another kiss. Shorter but no less intense.
"Caine, this is—" Another kiss. My thoughts scatter. "This is really—"
His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I lose the sentence entirely.
His phone buzzes in his pocket. The vibration hums through my knee, my hip, the hand he has pressed flat against the small of my back.
Neither of us moves.
The buzzing stops. His mouth finds the spot just below my ear, and whatever rational thought was forming dissolves into the warm, dark scent of him. My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt—
The phone buzzes again.
"Fuck."
