Her fingers slid toward the waistband of her trousers. She hesitated, aware of the boundary she was about to cross, but the need screamed louder than her sense of reason.
Slowly, she pulled at the zipper and held her breath as her fingers slipped inside. The fabric of her underwear was thin and very wet.
She bit her lip, fighting the urge to press deeper.
No, stop. You can’t?—
The thought of Jamie’s chest against hers…his mouth and that dominance of his made it impossible to stop.
Daring fingers brushed her throbbing clit, the pulse of desire making her blood burn.
Her breath came faster, her mind locked on him, and she almost gave in.
Then, catching herself, she froze, cursing herself under her breath.
No. You can’t do this. Not now. Not like this.
But the hunger was too much to resist, and before she could talk herself out of it again, she slid her fingers deeper, the heat of her skin and the damp fabric blending together in an overwhelming rush.
Then, the coach lurched to a halt at a red light.
Goddammit… She couldn’t stop now.
The mounting intensity was right there, ready to bubble over, pulling her deeper into the fire she couldn’t escape.
Every instinct screamed at her to slow down, to stop before she went too far, but it was already too late.
Her body was lit, urgency pushing her further into the madness, and the image of Jamie was there in her mind, tempting her, making her pulse thrum harder.
She slapped her free hand over her mouth, her breath ragged as she tried to muffle a groan.
The heat between her legs was unbearable, spreading up through her chest.
Sheknewshe should have stopped, but Jamie had altered something. He’d set off a chain reaction inside her.
With her hand still pressed over her mouth, she gave in, her fingers moving faster, seeking the friction she was desperate for.
It was reckless, but, fuck, when the rush hit, it was worth it.
The dirty moment shattered when her phone belted out the theme tune ofBlack Beauty. From inside her bag, the screen lit up with an incoming call—Jamie.
What the hell?
She gulped, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of humiliation as she tugged her hand free and fixed herself.
After fishing her phone out, she took a steadying breath.
“Hello?”
The gruff voice of her masturbation fantasy filled her ear, making her heart pound.
“Hey, I added my number to your phone earlier so we could sort out our next date.”
The line went silent.
Shannon peered through the seats as if expecting to see him sitting somewhere.
“Persistent, aren’t you?” she murmured, voice tighter than she meant, her fingers curling around the edge of the seat.
