“Gab, stop freaking out. Just drive.” James tells me as I pull out onto the main road, my heart feeling like it could pound out of my chest. I all but begged mom or dad to teach me to drive, but James wouldn’t hear of it. “No one is teaching her to drive but me.” I’m sure my parents both being terrible drivers contributed to it, but it made me nervous as fuck that James was in the car with me for the first time. I just turned sixteen and not only has my crush on James grown by the power of ten in the last few months but now he’s here, in this confined space with me smelling like sex and sin while I’m trying to concentrate on not crashing his new BMW. Seriously? Who did I piss off up there to put me in my own personal hell?

“I’m nervous, J. Give me a break.”

He points ahead of us. “It gets easier with practice. I’m right here with you. Do you think I’d ever let anything bad happen? You’re doing fine, just breathe.”

I let out a deep sigh, trying to calm not only my nerves but my hormones and the pounding between my legs over being in this enclosed space with the man that’s starred in all of my fantasies for the past three years.

My eyes fly open, waking me from a deep sleep and I smile at the memory of James teaching me how to drive two years ago. He’d come home from New York for a week to help me prepare for my driving test and even came home the day I took it. He went with me to the exam and then took me out to dinner to celebrate when I passed. Even then, I knew how sweet and amazing that was because who used their vacation time to help teach their little sister to drive? I sit up in bed and bite my bottom lip, trying to conjure a sexy scenario that has us turning one of those driving lessons into a different kind of ride.

Great. I need to come again, now.