And now I can’t stop thinking about the feel of her lips. The slip of her tongue against mine. The way she gripped my back, digging in her nails. How she pressed herself into me. She wanted me then and I’m damn sure I want her now. I also need this mid-afternoon traffic to disperse because my willpower is waning fast. I want nothing more than to reach over and pull her onto my lap. I want to tear off those jeans, maybe find some sexy lace panties underneath. I want her to straddle me, right here in this car, and…
