She shifts again, rubbing her thighs together and making throaty little noises. Goddamn it. “Addie, baby,” I say, glancing her way. “Yeah?” she croaks, her wide eyes locked onto the road. “I’m going to need you to stop distracting me.” Her mouth parts, and she meets my flickering gaze, half of my attention on the road, the other half on my girl. "I'm not doing anything," she insists, yet her flushed cheeks and hard nipples say otherwise.
:(
