Rick’s POV~
I was losing my mind. That was the only explanation. Because the only thing keeping me from ripping her jeans off right here in the parking lot was a thread of sanity that was fraying faster than I could blink.
She had spread her legs.
Just an inch. But it was enough. It was an invitation to sin, and I was a starving man.
The cab of the truck was thick with the scent of her, it was sweet, musky, and undeniably wet. I could see it.
The denim of her jeans was dark between her thighs, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. My eyes were glued to the V of her legs, watching the way her knees trembled, the way her inner thighs shook.
Look away, Rick. You’re her stepfather. You’re supposed to be driving her home.
But I couldn't look away. My c**k was a steel rod in my
