Chapter 9Although Wolfe never held the speed limit as gospel on the journey back to the condo, the ride seemed an eternity to Blythe. They exchanged few words between them, preferring instead to let their lust-filled eyes do all the talking, and their lips met in hot kisses at every insufferable stoplight. On more than one occasion, cars beeped from behind to indicate “green lights” and, only then, did their lips and tongues reluctantly separate. Blythe couldn’t stop her left hand from roaming over his muscular thigh, flat belly, and right pectoral. And several times she had impatiently groped the lengthy and rock-hard pole at his groin, which in and of itself must have made it difficult for Wolfe to maneuver the Ferrari through the Savannah streets. How they actually made it back to her c
