He really wasn't holding back.
His grip distorted Evelyn Grant's face, forcing her lips into a slight pout and making it difficult to speak.
"I was worried I'd disturb your work."
'He's only going to Argent Borough for work. If I go with him, I'll just be a distraction. Besides, he probably wouldn't have any time to spend with me anyway.'
Preston Keaton crushed his lips against hers. Evelyn Grant closed her eyes, surrendering to his kiss. With the soft, warm woman in his arms, he didn't hold back. His hands began to wander, and the air inside the car grew increasingly heated.
Evelyn Grant's hands rested weakly against his chest as broken sounds escaped her lips.
"You... Everyone on the plane is waiting for you."
'Once he gets going, he's relentless. Everyone will know what we were doing in this car.'
Preston Keaton refused to let her go. "Then let them wait," he rasped.
