There's a strangled gasp and moan on her lips as she tries to stay quiet. Her eyes fall closed as his warm hands slip over her skin. She melts against him, drinking him in, kissing him with a breathless hunger.

Her hips move on him, grinding gently, wanting to feel his arousal, his heat. The tequila in her blood, the movement of the car, and the knowledge that they're not alone seems to drive her even higher.

Her fingertips brush his jawline, weaving in his hair, tracing the shell of his ears, grazing down the sides of his neck, lost in just feeling him.