My breath hitched. His hand was still on my thigh, thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles just under the hem of my skirt. The movie forgotten. The drive-in forgotten. All I could feel was the heat of his palm and the way my body was already aching for more.

“Dad…” I whispered, but it came out sounding more like a plea than a protest.

He turned his head, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You want me to show you how it’s supposed to feel, princess? Just say the word. Tonight’s about bonding, remember?”

My heart hammered so hard I was sure he could hear it. The back seat felt...