She knew exactly how affected he was. She felt every inch of his need, and he didn’t try to hide it.
And she was right there with him.
The soft, breathless sounds slipping from her lips, tiny whimpers between each deep, consuming kiss, poured fuel onto the fire raging inside him.
His restraint was shattered, jagged and irreparable.
Her body fit against him flawlessly, curves melting into strength, soft yielding to hard in a connection so right it felt inevitable.
He wanted more.
Needed more.
When his hand slipped beneath her top and grazed the skin above her waistband, she shivered and sank into him too easily, too instinctively, like her body didn’t get the memo to resist.
And that broke him.
She gasped softly against his lips—her body hot, responsive, and needy. Her hips shifted ever so slightly creating a tantalizing friction that stole his breath. He tightened his grip, pulled her even closer, and showed her exactly how utterly undone she’d made him.
Her low and involuntary moan tore him apart piece by piece.
His fingers flexed against her bare skin as though memorizing every inch, every soft curve, and every enticing dip beneath his palms. There was only the heat and relentless ache of a desire between them.
His tongue traced her bottom lip before claiming her mouth again—slow, deep, torturous.
She whimpered softly, pressing herself against him until it blurred—them, the night, everything but heat and hunger. Her curves fit perfectly against the hard lines of his body. Her toned thighs brushed against his, pushing insistently when his grip tightened with desperate hunger.
Her breathing shattered into soft, ragged inhales.
She trembled.
So did he.
His control fractured entirely.
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, relentless. Slow. Demanding.
His hands continued roaming over her. Gripping. Claiming. Memorizing every inch of her, as though touch alone could bind her to him.
She didn’t pull back.
She didn’t hesitate.
Instead, she clung to him, matching his fierce abandon.
And that was his undoing.
“Arden!Get in the freaking car before the driver leaves!”
Penny’s voice sliced through the charged moment, fracturing it sharply.
Arden jolted slightly, barely moving. Her lips were a breath away from his. Their hearts pounded.
Her fists remained tangled in his shirt, nails biting into his skin.
She stared up at him with dazed, wide eyes and swollen lips.
Gideon knew he should step back.
