CHAPTER 8
GRIFF
I grab the open flaps of my jacket and pull her forward to claim another kiss.
But she leans back before I can reach her lips. “Hold on. Do you mind if I take the steering wheel this time?”
Is she yanking my chain? I’ve got hours of blue-ball buildup from imagining all the take-charge s**t I would do to her when I finally got her alone.
But the “hell no” doesn’t immediately roll off my tongue.
I’ve got to admit, I'm kinda intrigued by her request. Maybe because no girl has ever asked me to let her drive before. Take a selfie while I’m f*****g her from behind? Sure. More than once. Let her take charge? Not ever.
Until now.
Curious about where this is going, I let go of my jacket and give her some room. “Okay, you lead.”
“Yes!” She pumps her fist, her whole face ligh
