His tongue traced a slow, deliberate path over my index finger, then my thumb, his gaze never leaving mine. A jolt, hot and immediate, shot straight through me. The playful, teasing atmosphere in the car evaporated, replaced by something thick and charged.
I stared at him.
My brain short-circuited somewhere between "Did he just—" and ohmygodhejustdid. Every nerve in my hand tingled, like his tongue had left sparks behind.
"You taste better," he said simply, then picked up a tater tot and popped it into his mouth.
My breath hitched, caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat. My eyes were wide, fixed on his mouth as he chewed the tater tot, utterly unbothered by the chaos he'd just unleashed inside me. My fingers, still tingling from his touch, felt like they were glowing.
So I did the only thing I could.
I popped a sauce-drenched tot into my mouth and made a noise that was totally food-related and definitely not covering up a gasp.
ADRIEN'S POV
