I laughed as I slipped a hand around the back of his neck, threading my fingers through his hair. “I have not forgotten that. We can make time for that at any point.” I kissed him quickly. “And then we need to shut down the portals and kill Gabriel.”

“I want to get back to making time for that at any point.” His hand slid from my cheek, all the way down my side. “How about now?”

My pulse immediately skyrocketed into uncharted territories. “Anytime,” I whispered.

“Then get over here,” he said, his voice coming out deep and rough as he curled his arm around my waist.

And I got over there.

Well, Zayne got me over there, because there was a whole lot of maneuvering that was beyond me in the dark interior, but he had me in his lap in a nanosecond and our bodies lined up in all the fun and very inappropriate ways. My hands moved from his shoulders toward the center of his chest.

“Careful.” His mouth hovered against mine. “You’re going to break those sunglasses.”

I pulled them free from the collar of his shirt and tossed them onto the back seat. “They’re safe now.”

Zayne laughed as he steeled his hands on my hips. “We’re going to have to see about that.”

“Later,” I insisted, brushing my nose along his.

“Yes.” His lips glided over mine. “Later.”

The pressure of his mouth increased against mine as I leaned into him, reveling in the feel of him. I would never grow tired—

My phone rang, rattling from the cupholder I’d stashed it in. “We can ignore it.”

His hand drifted up, over the swell of my breast. His touch scorched me through the thin shirt. “We should.”

I don’t know who kissed who then. It didn’t matter. The rawness of the kiss left me breathless as need and love and a thousand other crazy, wonderful sensations pounded through me. My skin burned as his thumb swept over the center of my breast, creating a fire in me.

My phone alerted to a text. Then another, and I pressed more fully against him, willing the phone to shut up. I wanted to be irresponsible—

“We should see who it is.” Zayne turned his head, and I groaned as I pressed my forehead to his cheek. He fished my phone out of the cupholder.

I kissed the underside of his jaw. “Who is it?”

“Well, the text says, ‘Answer the phone, you trifling Trueborn.’” He paused. “Am I going to need to kill someone for sending a text like that to you?”