Womblike. Dakota’s breasts ached—in fact, her entire body ached. Folding her arms over them, she pressed down. A little better. Best would be Rand’s large hands squeezing her nipples. God … was she … ? Whatever that thought had been whisked away. She crossed her legs to ease the ache, and because it felt so good, squeezed. The orgasm hit her fast and hard. She was gasping and shuddering as Rand slammed his door shut. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him grip the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles white. He bowed his head over his hands and let out a shuddering breath. Dakota reached out to touch his hair, but he jerked out of reach, eyes blazing. “Don’t touch me! Jesus. Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.” She heard and vaguely computed, but her hand slid across his leg to settle on the hard erection beneath his pants. She pressed her knees together, shuddering as another climax rolled through her. The blast of air from the air conditioner teased her sweaty skin, making her nipples painfully hard.
