Page 59 of Eat Slay Love

His gaze tracked the movement of my tongue. Dirty lust flared in his eyes. “So many lovely things start with H.”

“Like?”

His fingers brushed the underside of my breast. His lips hovered just above mine as he whispered, “Heat. Hunger. Horny hands.”

His palm flattened over my chest, fingers splaying over lace. “Heaven.”

A shiver ran through me, but before I could react, he caught my lip between his teeth, a sharp tug before he plunged his tongue back in, kissing me so thoroughly, so devastatingly, that I forgot how to breathe.

Shit. I could die right here.

The temperature in the Phantomsoaredand I doubted that Dalvin had raised the heat.

It was all Fabien.

His kisses trailed lower, his mouth dragging along my jaw, my neck, down. . .

“Mmmm.” I moaned, unable to help myself.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the seat.

Hell yes. Kiss me everywhere.

Another pleasureful sigh slipped from me just as his lips ghosted over the tops of my breasts.

Oh God yes.

Then. . .

The car jerked a little.

I opened my eyes and my gaze went to the rearview mirror—where Dalvin’swidegaze locked with mine.

Oh. My. God.

Dalvin was watching us.

Fabien’s mouth was still on my neck, his lips dragging lower, slow and devastating, like he had all the time in the world to devour me.

My body ached.

And God—where I wanted him to go next was right to my breasts.

And then there was Dalvin.

His wide gaze heating up the rearview mirror, his pupils blown with horniness, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

Oh my God.

A dark, forbidden thrill curled inside me.

Dalvin wasn’t supposed to be watching. He was supposed to be focused on the road, on getting us safely to our destination.

But instead. . .he was captivated.

Still, he probably thought I didn’t notice. Maybe he even thought he was being discreet.

But I saw the way his grip tightened on the wheel, the way he shifted in his seat like his pants were getting too tight.

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