GABRIELLE’S POV
The kiss was deep, slow, and unapologetic.
It was the kind that felt like it had been waiting all night to happen. He tasted like dark wine, and every part of me responded before my mind could catch up.
When he pulled away, he was still close enough for me to feel his breath on my face. He stared at me, then kissed me again before pulling away.
I sat back in my seat. “I don’t want you to stop.”
His brows furrowed. “After everything you just heard about me?”
I didn’t make any sense to me either.
I nodded, panting. “Yes. Even after everything I’ve heard about you I still want this.”
He turned, adjusting his suit. “Like I said, you have no idea what you’re saying.”
The car fell into a tense silence.
It was more obvious by the second that he didn’t want me but the
