Her skin was damp under my palm and I loved how hard she’d worked for it. Even though she’d kept her face from me, she wasn’t shy. There was nothing shy about dry humping. My shirt was soaked like I’d been hit with several water balloons and I could survive the discomfort but Emme was having a hell of a time staying out of the mess. After one last kiss to her hair, I climbed out of the seat and tucked the blanket around her. “I’m gonna change. Stay right here.”
