“Are you sure you don’t want to play GTA?” Johnny offered, tone thick and gruff. He playfully walked his fingers up my bare thigh, skimming the edge of my knickers. “I might beat you this time.” Just when I thought he was going to move his fingers higher, when everything inside of me was screaming at him to move his fingers higher, he pulled his hand back to rest on my thigh again. “What do you say? Hmm? Do you want a rematch, Shannon like the river?” I shook my head, my breathing hard and uneven. “No.” “No?” He arched a brow, smirk still firmly in place. “Then what do you want from me?”
