Bab 169: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Nine

She should be having regrets, or at least second thoughts. But as they drove into the night—Jensen's foot riding a little heavier on the gas pedal than required—she could only anticipate. He made her feel absolutely dizzy with desire.

He wanted her. Just wanted her. Those dark eyes hadn’t been appraising her worth; he hadn't been using any tried and truelines of seduction that had worked on the many women in his past.

Her reservations had begun to dissipate when he’d thrown that line about making her shiver. Unable to wait, she reached over and dropped her hand onto his leg.

“Uh-uh,” he growled.

She ignored him, sliding her hand higher. But before she could capture the bulging prize she desperately wanted to trace with her fingertips, he dropped his hand over hers and squeezed.

“No baby.” he said.