It's ridiculous, but I can feel the heat pooling in my jeans, the fabric growing tighter by the second.
"Why can't you just take my freaking compliment?" I groan, shifting slightly in my seat.
"Because you won't let me up into your apartment to prove I'm right about this hot piece of ass," he says smoothly. His thumb is tracing slow circles against my leg now, teasingly close, close enough that every so often his knuckles graze exactly where I'm already straining.
By the time we pull up outside my building, my pulse is pounding.
"Mateo…" I groan when he starts deliberately rubbing me through the denim, his touch just shy of what I'm desperate for.
"Yes, darling?" His tone drips with that infuriating mix of mockery and seduction, and it sends another jolt straight through me.
