Cole reached for my hand which was resting innocently on his knee. “In the meantime, why don’t you show us how you like to be touched.”
My mouth fell open as I looked from one man to the other. Oh no. I couldn’t. I was the opposite of an exhibitionist—when Brad and I would have s*x, it was always in the dark, under covers and I hadn’t been as turned on as I was right now in all the times we’d been together. Combined. I couldn’t possibly—
“That wasn’t a request.” Cole’s voice had grown hard, commanding. Maybe it should have scared me, since Brad would make demands that scared the s**t out of me, but it didn’t. There was no coldness there, no cruelty.
Still. I swallowed, lifted my hands and folded them in my lap. “I’m sorry. Don’t think me a tease. I’m…I’m afraid.”
The truck slowed a lit
