DAX POV
I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, my knuckles turning white as I forced my attention back to the road, doing everything in my power to keep my eyes on the road while Henry kept Maria on FaceTime. It was early evening, but my focus was shot to hell.
Maria’s voice—soft, breathy, slipping through the speakers like she was right there—had unraveled me in seconds. Henry was doing a damn good job keeping her going on the phone, and she had no idea what she was doing to me. Not exactly, at least.Every sigh, every soft whimper she let slip from her lips was pushing me to the edge of my sanity, to the point where I could hardly remember to breathe. Her moans were quiet at first, teasing, a soft melody in the background that made my blood rush south and my grip tighten
