The cab slams to a halt suddenly, shocking both of us out of our silence and I tense my hand on her leg in a bid to brace her as I feel her slide forward in her seat, thanks to that satin dress on leather. Sophie bodily crashes forward, stopped by my arm in front of her as I go rigid to act as a barrier for her instinctively, and its only when she gasps weirdly, that I look down and realize my hand on her body, is not on leg and dress. I have my hand between her thighs and that heat and ...