“Mm,” he groaned as he undid my seat belt. “I’ve let this conversation go on too long already when I know what you have for me under this dress.” He dragged me onto his lap as he slid the seat back even farther. Once I was astride his thighs his eyes locked on me. It was a tight fit but with the seat practically horizontal we could make this thing work and I could not believe I was actually getting it on with Theo in Miss Susan’s driveway. But his hands were like live wires on my skin, sparking electric shocks everywhere he touched.

It was dark but I could make his face out. He looked hungry. In this position with him leaning back and me on top of him, I felt much too exposed. His hands gripped my calves lazily and my breath quickened in anticipation. Desperate to finally do this thing that we’d been dancing around since that first kiss. His palms grazed my skin, the friction making me shiver, as I rocked into him. Once he had his hands on the crease of my thighs, so close to where I ached, he finally spoke.

“Let me see it.” It wasn’t an order, but with his thumbs teasing up and down right on the sensitive juncture of my thighs I was helpless to deny him anything. And I wanted him to see, to look at me in that carnal, wild way he’d done that day at the pool.

With one hand braced on the seat, I gathered my skirt and bunched it high enough so that he could look. I was wet, I could feel myself getting more and more slippery with every harsh breath he took as his hands explored me. My body knew what he could do with his hands now and I wanted all of it again. But he just kept teasing, running the pad of a finger over the slit without dipping inside, and I was burning with need.

“Theo,” I gasped, annoyed that he was making me wait.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head like the fucking sadist he was. “You’re going to show me how wet you are first. Slide your thumb inside.” I felt so out of control in that moment, so turned on, so ready to throw all common sense out the door.

“This will complicate things,” I threw out, desperately hoping that he would be the one to stop us from jumping down this precipice.

“I’m not afraid of complicated, Alba. And neither are you.” It wasn’t a surprise when relief washed through me at his words. I wanted to believe him.

His fingers dug into me, bringing my focus back to me. “Be a good girl and do what I asked you.”

“Where is this Daddy thing coming from?”