'Okay, I've got you. Hang on.' We moved toward the exit, his steps quick and careful, my head lolling against his shoulder, breaths hot on his neck. 

  

  With every jostle, my breasts bounced against him, nipples dragging fabric, sending jolts straight to my core. 

  

  I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but a soft whimper escaped anyway. 

  

  His arms tightened around me, and I felt his heart racing under my cheek— he was scared, yeah, but there was tension there, his body responding despite himself.

  

  Outside, the parking lot was empty, the sun dipping low, casting long shadows over his beat-up sedan. 

  

  He fumbled one-handed with the door, setting...