Chapter 12

Thinking he needed to help Giselle, the man climbed into the car, as if drawn by an invisible force. He wrapped an arm around her slim waist and lifted her onto his lap. In the cramped space, the air grew thick with tension. His deep, scorching gaze settled on Giselle's dazed expression. "Giselle," he murmured. Her name escaped his lips, taut and trembling—like a bowstring stretched to its breaking point. "Do you want to go to the club to find someone else, or do you want me?" After a brief pause, Giselle lunged forward and pressed her lips to his. No one had taught her how to kiss a man, so her kisses were clumsy. The man chuckled lowly. He kissed her back, and with each passing moment, Giselle's strength seemed to melt away. His hand slid up her back, slipping beneath the hem of her sweater. Inch by inch, it crept upward. When he reached the clasps on her back, two fingers were all it took to undo them. With her sweater rolled up, her chest was revealed. From Giselle'