Surprised and intrigued by her power over him, she sidled closer, crowding him this time. She slipped her hand onto his thigh and moved it higher, slowly, until she reached the bulge in his trousers. Jack froze, his gaze locked on her fingers, as she tentatively touched him through his clothing. “Mon ange,” he wheezed. “You are killing me.” “Not quite, if you are still able to manage complete sentences.” “Throwing my words back at me, I see. Very well, if you want to play, I am more than happy to oblige you.” He turned to glance through the window. “We have several blocks still.”
