Naeva Quinn

Every movement sent a thrilling jolt through my body, like little electric shocks gathering deep in my stomach. My body moved in perfect rhythm with his, as if Theo and I had been made for the moves.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough, his chest rising and falling hard behind me.

Then he lifted me up like I was weightless and laid me gently across the car seats. I stretched out on my back, breathing heavily, my skin wrapped in his warmth pressing against the cold ...