Lynsandra drew a deep breath, clutching Elias's jacket as the movement of his tongue felt… too invasive. It twirled around hers, his lips controlling hers hungrily. He pressed his body against her, her back pressing harder against the side of the car.
Elias, on the other hand, bit her lip out of pure frustration and excitement. Her lips were soft, her tongue sweet. The way her body heated up against him inflamed his own, tempting him for more. His heart thudded against his chest, and he knew she could feel it.
Every movement of his lips, every press of his touch against hers, every soft flick of his tongue against hers roused him.
Peeking, he lifted his gaze toward August, who had stepped out of the driver's seat. A glint flickered across Elias's eyes as he kissed her just a little longer, deliberately, making sure August saw it. But before she could kick him straight into outer space, he pulled away.
