A groan falls off her lips. "And that. I want to be able to do that."
"Try it."
"No." She shakes her head. "It's too embarrassing."
"What about it is embarrassing?"
"You're much smarter than that question."
"You picked a song about whips and chains."
"Just wait until the next one."
"Yeah?" The light turns green and I hit the gas.
Kaylee laughs. "I haven't worked this hard at cultivating a playlist since high school."
I don't remind her that high school was four months ago. I don't want to think about the practicalities right now.
There are still a million reasons why this can't happen.
But my heart is hearing none of it.
And my cock—
Fuck, I need to make her come again.
"All sexy stuff." She sets her cell in the cup holder. "If I do say so myself."
"Perfect background for this."
She groans. "I don't like the sound of that."
"You managed it before."
"Yeah, I wasn't even blushing the entire time."
Fuck, she was, and it was adorable. "Tell me what you want to do to me."
"Uh..."
"What you want me to do to you."
She taps her thighs with her fingertips. "I want you to... you're driving, right?"
I chuckle. "Right."
"You have to keep your eyes on the road. And not on me."
"True."
"Okay." Her sigh is heavy with relief. "I want you to—"
She's cut off by the song switching. The sultry beat of Let's Get it On.
"Classic," I say.
"Thanks." Nervousness spills into her voice. "Okay. I can do this." She takes a deep breath. Exhales slowly. "I want you to... to fuck me."