Why wasn’t the space between us smaller? Shift. Brush. Shift. Brush. A fire lit where his fingers landed and each time they touched me again, it was like a fan to the flames. I stifled a little moan and kept my gaze out my side window so he wouldn’t read my face and know my desperate thoughts. Shift. Brush. Shift. Brush. There was no escaping the rush of want that coursed through me. Why wasn’t the space between us bigger? Shift. Brush. Shift. Brush. But other than that, his hands didn’t cross to my side. He racedthrough the streets with practiced ease and got us back to the winding, hillside road that led to his house entirely too fast to be safe. We reached our destination in what I was sure was record time. Teekay brought the car to a screeching halt in the driveway and, without looking at me, ordered, “Out!”
