Georgia's POV
"Discuss this misunderstanding further?" I teased, as if I am innocent, though I already knew exactly what kind of 'discussion' Nick meant.
That wicked smirk curved his lips—the same one he wore whenever his eyes undressed me without shame.
"I think you know," he murmured with a voice that's low and rough. "Let's do it."
My jaw dropped. "What? Now? Here?"
Oh Gods, he was not joking.
"Yes. Here," he said without hesitation, leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Haven't you ever wondered what it's like to try it in a car?" His grin was sinful, dangerous.
This is not even his or my car! The heck!
But those words did something to me. Heat rushed through me, betraying the protest on my lips. "B-but—my dress, my hair…" I stammered, clinging to excuses when deep inside, curiosity and arousal were already clawing at me.
