“Spencer?” I questioned, unsure why he hadn’t moved.
Turning his head, he looked at me. Or right through me. His intense stare was fixed on me. My breathing was shallow and my heart took off. I don’t know what force it was that propelled me across the console and into his lap, but that’s exactly where I ended up.
“Zoe,” he breathed before locking his lips over mine.
It was everything a first kiss should be. Sweet and gentle and reassuring before turning decidedly darker. Before I had time to take a breath, Spencer tipped my head, changing the angle, and kissed me as if it was our first and last. The years of pent-up passion and hunger exploded. Our tongues danced together and I heard a needy moan come from somewhere. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was Spencer. I didn’t know. It didn’t matter. Threading my hands in his hair, I held on for dear life. I never wanted to wake up from this moment. It was ours. Forever. Nothing and no one would take this from us. As Spencer’s fingers dug into my hips, I knew he’d leave a mark, but I didn’t care. I don’t know how long we sat there, our lips fused together, but by the time we broke apart we were both panting heavily.
“Spencer…”
“Yeah?”
“Take me home,” I panted, nipping at his bottom lip as his eyes widened in surprise.
“You sure?”
“Now, Spencer!”
