"We are practicing celibacy, do you forget it? " Zhenyi found herself uttering these words and the next thing she knew was that his lips attacked hers suddenly out of nowhere.
Well, she perfectly knew from where.
Long Jie's mouth was hot and demanding, fused to her with ferocious need. His kisses were ever so hungry, starving, and visceral. Two weeks. Two goddam weeks. Since he had been withering piece by piece to taste her, to touch her, and to feel her. She was his poison and antidote all in herself.
He spun her around, pushed her up against the car, flattened his body against her, and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. When she arched against him, digging her fingers into the muscles of his back, he let out a sound of pleasure low in this throat that was utterly masculine and sexual.
