He pushes the top button, then guides me to the back of the car. He moves his thumb down the slope of my neck, applying the faintest pressure to the muscles there. I suck in a quick, quiet breath at just how good it feels when this man puts his hands on me. Sawyer lets out a dark, gravelly chuckle. “You’re tight.” I look at him. There’s a very dirty joke in there. He looks back. Oh yeah?
