Betty.
Every brush of his fingers sent a spark through me, and I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure. The anticipation was almost unbearable, each touch leaving me breathless.
Our eyes met, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. The drive felt endless, the tension between us building with every mile. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, "I can’t wait much longer."
His groan sent a thrill through me, and I let my hand wander to his thigh, brushing against him, feeling the heat through his jeans.
His reaction only fueled my desire, my body aching for his touch. The closer we were to the Villa, the harder it was to resist.
My breath hitched as his fingers traced my thigh; every second of waiting made the need more intense.
When he finally pulled i
