Rae's POV
The rest of the drive was torture.
His hand stayed on my thigh, hot, unmoving, thumb occasionally brushing the edge of my lace like a promise he had no intention of keeping.
Every time I shifted, trying to get even an inch of relief, he squeezed once, firm, possessive, and went right back to ignoring the way I was practically vibrating.
I crossed my arms, stared out the window, and decided I was furious.
Cutely furious. The kind of furious that made my cheeks hot and my bottom lip push out.
He glanced over once, twice, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile.
"Still not talking to me, kitten?"
I turned the music up and pretended to be fascinated by palm trees.
He chuckled,low, dark, delighted, and let me stew.
By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was a storm c
