~ ROWAN
I had no idea where to look.
Nyssa was a fucking dream in that skin tight dress and curly hair. Her hips swayed with each step that she took, the curve of her spine and the valley between her tits called out to me, begging for me to run my tongue down every inch of her skin.
It didn't help that she smelled like a fucking dream, her scent something sweet and heady that had me balling my hands into fists to prevent myself from losing my fucking mind and fucking her in the back seat of the car.
"You look ill," she noted, sounding very amused. "Are you sure you don't want to stop and take a breath?"
"I'm fine," I ground out, pulling up into the restaurant.
Being in the car with her was pure torture. She was so close and yet so far at the same time. I was determined to do this right even if that meant sporting blue balls for the rest of the night.
"We could always return home if you're not up for it."
