Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

He nodded. “I show up to see you again, and when I do, I
see you getting in a car with another man.”
“Yeah, that’s a good stretch,” I said, smarting off. “There
were two other girls in the car, too. I thought I was safe.”
Releasing his collar, I glided my hands around his neck,
feeling the same warm, smooth skin. He remained still, almost
rigid, as I stayed there, holding him and breathing him in.
Slowly, his hands left my arms, his touch drifting down, to
my waist, digging his fingers in just slightly. Heat settled
between my legs, and I bit my lip to keep my breathing under
control.
“Did you do something I’m going to make you regret?” he
whispered.
Make me regret?
“Jealous?” I teased.
But Miles and Astrid were far away now. Barely a
concern. Tomorrow, I’d tell my mom what happened, but right
now, I had all I wanted in this car.
I touched his neck, trailing my fingers to his collarbone,
and hovered over his mouth, playing with the tiny space of
breath between us.
“Winter…” He was almost growling.
I moved around his face, caressing him with my nose,
forehead, and hands, my tongue dying to reach beyond my lips
and taste him.
“You’ve been gone two years,” I said. “That’s a long
time.”
“Did they touch you?”
“And if they did?” I taunted. “I’m grown up now.”
“You’re not,” he said, sounding like a warning but
breathing harder himself.
I pressed my chest into his, squeezing him between my
thighs. “I’m old enough for things.”