“Nate…” “Trust me,” he requests, unclicking his seat belt with a smile and leaning across the center console. He stops midway, but the desire behind the gesture is clear. Pulling off my own seat belt, I lean forward and meet him the rest of the way. He huffs in surprise when I kiss him, but wastes no time in grabbing my face and keeping me there. My skin tingles at the press of his palms against my cheeks, but it’s not unpleasant.
