Chapter 2

Zayn’s lips trailed down my neck, hot and slow, and I felt my entire body melt into the seat.

His breath brushed my skin, teasing me until a soft moan escaped before I could stop it. “Zayn,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath, “stop… the driver’s right there.”

He only chuckled, low and dangerous, his hand sliding up my thigh and cupping my breast like he owned it. “If a driver watching makes you nervous,” he murmured against my ear, “how will you survive ...