“Not my problem. You’re going to drive where I tell you, then you’ll be free to go.” Her throat bobs against my palm as she swallows, and she makes a point of dropping her gaze to the road in front of her. “That’s a good girl.” I pull my hand away and let my fingers crawl down her neck, nearly reaching the swells of her breasts before I pull away. I can’t help stealing this moment. It’s been so fucking long since I touched a woman. She’s lucky I have more control than I did over a decade ago. The trip would have gone much differently then. And felt a lot fucking better.
