Seeing Viktor in the driver’s seat, his hand on the gearshift, and his focus on the road, made this arousal rear its sweet, erotic head up violently in her. They’d just gotten back from dinner, and although she would have no issues being with him right here and now, he was taking them back to his place for wine and classical music. She’d never have taken Viktor for the classics kind of man, but then again he was surprising her on all avenues. They drove through the city, the sun already having set, and the night full of life. The traffic was starting to thicken the later it got, and her anxiousness and arousal were climbing with each passing second. “You’re nervous,” Viktor said without glancing at her, and sounding slightly amused. “I’m not.” He did look at her then. “You’re lying, baby, but I can read you as if I’m looking in the mirror.” He grinned and focused on the road again, weaving his way in and out of traffic, and heading closer to his apartment. He descended into an underground garage, the lights coming on instantly.
