Ch -98. Weight of questions

Ethan's POV:

I can see that Ashley isn’t going to back down, because she knows that she has the upper hand over me right now.

Her fingers inch higher, grazing the seam of my jeans, her touch light but maddeningly nevertheless. My breath catches, and I feel my pulse pounding in my ears, savagely reminding me of how badly I want her.

“Careful there… you're playing with fire…”

I warn her, eyes fixed on the road ahead. But even as I say it, I know I’m losing the battle because my own body is adamant on betraying me.

The rain pounds against the windshield and blurs out the windows on all sides, making it feel like we are the only two people in this world.

Ashley leans closer to me, her lips brushing against my ear.

“Oh yeah? And what if I like getting burned?”

She whispers, punctuating her question with a slow, deliberate squeeze of her hand over the growing bulge in my jeans, and I let out a low groan, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white.

“Jesus, Ash… cut it out