Chapter 34 Travelling
- Celine POV
- I stay perched above him, my knees on either side of his hips as my fingers trace the hard lines of his chest. Slowly, I let them wander to the top button of his shirt, unfastening it with deliberate care. His hands shoot up, capturing mine in his strong grip, and a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest.
- “Celine, we’re in the car,” he growls softly, his lips grazing my ear.