My eyes filled with tears. "It's not how I want us. I messed up."
Rohan swore and slid over to me. He brushed the pad of his thumb under my lashes.
I ghosted my hands up his biceps, raking his locks back before laying my palm on his cheek. My restraint was a living breathing thing. "Can I...?"
He nodded. Barely a movement.
I brushed my lips against his. "I'm sorry."
Our kiss was slow, exploring, unraveling us only to rebuild us with an increasingly frenetic tempo. I shifted against him and his breathing picked up, his hands flexing on my ribcage before his fingers bit into me as he hauled me into his lap.
I nipped at his lower lip; our tongues tangled in a dirty, reckless kiss. Rohan groaned and pressed me back against the leather seat, his kiss almost bruising.
A honking horn and voices yelling out on the street cut through my haze of desire.
I pulled back, trying to catch my breath. Rohan ran his thumb over his lip, all hard muscle, messy hair, and swollen lips.