JD tilted his head slightly, his nose brushing against hers, searching for something... anything... in her expression. But Joanne only smirked, her lashes fluttering before her lips parted slightly, teasing him without a single word.
A silent dare. A provocation that sent heat coursing through his veins.
JD exhaled sharply through his nose, his restraint unraveling, thread by thread. "Joanne…" he warned, his voice rough, his control fragile.
She only hummed in response, her fingers featherlight as they trailed over the nape of his neck. "Hmm?"
God help him.
His jaw clenched. She was playing with fire.
And so was he.
He almost didn't care anymore. He leaned in, his lips grazing the curve of her neck. A kiss. Then another. Soft, searching, savoring. Her skin was warm beneath his mouth, and the scent of her—floral, intoxicating, uniquely her—was enough to drive him mad.
