“You could do both,” I tease with a smile, aching for him to kiss or touch me intimately. With a groan, he tilts his head back against the seat, moving away from mine.  

“You’ve no idea the self-control I’m exercising right now. Please don’t say things like that; I’m barely holding on.” His hand comes to my face, slowly stroking down my cheek, then across my bottom lip, his eyes following the progress intensely. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, savoring every ...