Betty’s POV

I didn't know what I was doing at this moment; honestly, it was just the crazy night getting to me and a crazy urge to make him regret it, although it sounded silly.

The car kept moving smoothly, but all I could focus on was the heavy weight of him on my tongue and the way his breathing changed. “Betty…” His voice came out rough. “You’re really going to do this here?” he groaned but I could sense the excitement in his tone.

I answered by taking more of him ...