“We can keep things vanilla if you like.” His tongue flicked out, coating his lips before his focus switched back to the road. “As long as I get to taste you, I’ll count myself a lucky man.” He chuckled when I squirmed in my seat, a sudden clench in my nether regions having me feeling things I shouldn’t be in a car. “Or?” I asked, shaking my head. The air felt too close in here, like it was too thick to take a proper breath of. “Or we could play a little game.”
