“I—uh… need in here.” Austin reaches between my legs, sending a pulse of heat through my prickling skin. A small miracle that I’m wearing jeans and a long sleeve to hide the goosebumps littering my body. His large hand smooths over the gear shifter knob, jamming it into first, and I have to fight to keep my thighs from clenching. His grip on the shifter remains solid, despite his forearm loosely bumping against my thigh when he changes gears.
