No. No, I do not. His fingers are crawling farther up my thigh, and when they brush against the front of my panties, all pretense of going to the pub with Cannon and drinking beer flies right out the window.
I grab my driving glasses out of the compartment I keep them in, noting how shaky my fingers suddenly are. He removes his hand from my thigh, and the disappointment that washes over me at the loss is almost overwhelming.
God, I need to get it together. Quickly.
“Back to the hotel then?” I ask, my voice extra high as I jam the key into the ignition and start the engine. I carefully maneuver the vehicle out of the parking spot and hit the gas, the car lurching forward with a squeal. “Sorry. The road’s wet.”
“I’m going to make something else wet too,” he says, smug as can be.
“You’re so rude.” I shake my head and he just laughs.
“You know it’s true. I can make you wet with just a look.” He sends me a searing look just to prove his point and damn him, it works.
My panties grow damp the longer we stare at each other.
I realize I should be paying attention to the road and hurriedly slam my foot on the brakes before I hit the car in front of us. A long string of them are waiting for the light to turn green.
Cannon just laughs at my bumbling ways. “You’re a terrible driver,” he observes good-naturedly.
“It’s all your fault, with your talk of making me wet and such,” I grumble, determined to keep my focus on the road and not on him.
“Making you wet and such? You act like it’s no big deal.” He shifts closer, his face near mine, his breath on my ear as he whispers, “I bet your panties are soaked.”
Well. They are now.
“And I bet you’re dying for me to touch you there.”
I am. I’m dying for it.
“I bet if I reached into your panties right now, I could make you come in less than ten seconds.”
A whimper escapes me and he bites my earlobe, making me jump.
“I can’t wait to get you naked,” he continues, his tongue darting out for a lick.
He’s killing me. So is this damnable red light. We’ve been waiting so long it’s like slow, agonizing torture.
The moment the cars start to move, I press the gas, the car lurching forward yet again, the tires squealing. Cannon settles back into his seat, still chuckling like the arrogant bastard he is. “Eager much?”
I glance over at him to see that single brow raised, a smirk curling his perfect lips. Gah, I want to kiss him, which is ridiculous considering approximately two minutes ago, we were kissing.
Yessss, I want to kiss him and do other things to him too. My imagination has kicked into overdrive, what with everything he just said to me.
“Maybe just a little,” I admit with a smile.
“Me too.” His hand drops onto my knee again, giving it a squeeze before he resumes his exploration. That hand shifts even higher, fingers teasing the inside of my thighs, and I automatically spread my legs like a wanton hussy.
Hmm, looks like I’ve retained some of those great words from my teenage binge of historical romance novels.
I suck in a breath when he slips those confident fingers beneath the thin fabric of my extra sexy—yes, I made sure I was wearing a better pair tonight—panties and I try my best to jerk my leg away from his explorative touch.
“If you want me to wreck the car, then keep doing what you’re doing,” I say, my voice nonchalant, my nerves going haywire. I’m not exaggerating with that statement. He keeps this up and I will most likely crash my father’s beloved car.
“I’ll leave you alone.” His hand disappears and I glance over to find him gripping both knees, his knuckles white with strain. It feels good to see he’s affected by this—thing between us like I am. “Just know when we get back to my hotel room, you’re in for it.”
My entire body tingles, especially between my legs. “In for it how?”
“You want me to go into detail?”