111. Natalie

Chapter 111

Natalie

Dampness floods my core.

This is crazy.

I shouldn’t be encouraging this.

But then Luke slips his hand under the jacket over my lap, and his warm palm settles on bare skin.

Sitting, the slit in my dress rises to a near indecent level.

A perfect level.

I work to keep my breathing even and turn my gaze forward, acting as though nothing is happening.

This isn’t a limo.

There is no divider between us and the driver.

There are barely a few feet.

But Luke apparently doesn’t care.

He slides his hand across the top of my thigh. And he doesn’t stop.

He keeps pushing his hand farther under my skirt. Between my thighs, until the edge of his hand presses against my soaked panties.

I bite my lip to keep from making a sound.

Gripping my inner thigh, he gives a little tug, and I spread my thighs even farther. As far as I can without having to adjust my skirt.

But it’s enough.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Luke lean just the smallest bit my way, his body facing forward just like mine. But then he’s cupping me. There.

His whole big hand is shoved between my legs, and he’s gripping my pussy like it belongs to him.

My eyes close.

And then his fingers apply pressure.

His fingers are low. At my entrance.

He pushes against the thin material of my panties and rubs.

And I know he can feel it. I know he can feel how wet I am.