Then I catch his eye and smile coyly, “I bet it’d feel better if you did it.” Dark amusement flashes in his eyes, but his hands clawing over the curve of his arm rest tell me he’s restraining himself. Seeing him so worked up is driving me wild. “Tell me what you’d do to me.” His nostrils flare, and for a moment, I think he’s about to come to his senses and shut this down. But he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes himself off the armrest and lowers himself to his haunches by my hip.
