For one delicious second, the SUV swerved. Winn jerked the wheel, his hand tightening as though the steering column was suddenly her throat. His head whipped to her, eyes dark, jaw clenched, his cock twitching violently in his slacks as the words painted every vivid detail in his mind.
He hadn't been prepared for that. Not from her. Not with that voice.
When his gaze snapped back to the road, his heart was still thundering. And then he noticed the sparkle in her eyes, the wicked humor trembling in her lips, the way she was fighting not to burst out laughing.
"Oh you wicked…" He couldn't decide whether to pull the car over and drag her across his lap, or laugh with her. "Oh… you'll pay for that!" he finally threatened.
That broke her restraint—she tipped her head back and burst into a full belly laugh. "You should see your face," she gasped between giggles, clutching her stomach. Her laughter was contagious, dangerous.
