Chapter 217

It was only about twenty minutes away, but it was in the opposite direction to where he was heading. He turned onto Nicholson Street and dared a quick glance over at her. Shit, she looked good in his car. The temptation to run his hand along the newly revealed skin of her thigh was almost overwhelming and he gripped the steering wheel harder and forced his eyes back to the road. He just didn’t understand what it was about this woman that had him so fucking turned on. He was behaving like a bloody teenager who’d just discovered boobs. Fucking dammit! Why did he have to think of boobs with hers just sitting there like that, perfect little mounds of soft flesh that he’d like to bury his face in? She must be wearing a different bra because although he’d admired her nice rack in the past, he didn’t remember it being quite as tempting as it was now. The way her shirt was unbuttoned to reveal the deep crease of her cleavage and the way her vest hugged her breasts like a lover’s hands made his