Blessed
“She quirked an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything as he gently stroked her skin. He kept his eyes on the road, but his hand inched steadily upward and she shivered at the feather light touch of his fingers over her skin.
The radio played a dance song with a heavy techno beat that throbbed through the speakers, making conversation without yelling impossible. She sucked in a hard breath through her nose as his fingers crept over her inner thigh, and she let her legs fall open. Closing her eyes, she marveled at how erotic it felt to have his hands moving with such slow and soft touches as the music moved to a rapid beat that made her pulse pound.
She let out a sigh when his fingers ran over the lace edge of her panties and along her hip. Ever so slowly, he slid his hand farther up her dress, the palm of his hand cool on her heated flesh. Every time he touched her she thought it was the best feeling ever, then he would touch her again and she’d had to redefine her idea of pleasure.
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