Ian and I cuddled as best we could in the cramped quarters. He had stretched out horizontally along the back seat, his back resting against the armrest. My head rested on his chest. My body cushioned between his spread legs. If he was uncomfortable, he never mentioned it. ...
Luca closed the distance between us. His lips sealed over mine. With his tongue, he teased my lips apart while his hands skated over my back. I hastily undid shirt buttons, desperate to stroke his skin. He found the zipper to my dress, but didn’t unzip me. With deliberate slowness, he slid the st...
