Tisha gripped the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, but the way she pressed forward told Alex everything... she was desperate to get home, eager beyond reason.
A smirk tugged at his lips as his mind flashed back to the theater... her teasing hands, the way she'd felt him up while his friends sat inches away.
A wicked thought sparked, and before she could react, his fingers trailed up her thigh, hooking beneath the thin fabric. With a slow, deliberate tug, he slid her panties aside, savoring the bare, slick heat of her folds against his touch.
Her eyes locked on his, wide with shock and heat, as a shiver ran through her.
"Alex... please," she whispered, voice trembling. "If you keep moving like this... I could... " Her fingers tightened on the wheel, knuckles white. "I could crash... we might hit something..."
Her words were shaky, part warning, part plea, yet her body pressed instinctively against him, unveiling her desire.
