Kimi's pulse quickened without warning. She pressed her spine against the leather seat, fixing her gaze on the stretch of road ahead.
She sensed Kirk's attention burning into her. His dark eyes kept drifting from the steering wheel to study her profile.
Without warning, his palm settled on her thigh, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her lips. Through the fabric of her dress, she could feel the heat of his skin.
Tension coiled in her stomach. Her fingers instinctively wrapped around his wrist, uncertain whether to push him away or pull him closer.
His voice cut through the silence between them. "You don't want me touching you?"
She cradled his hand between both of hers, her thumbs tracing gentle circles across his knuckles.
"That's not it," she whispered, her words barely audible above the engine's hum.
Kirk returned his focus to the road, leaving her statement hanging in the charged air between them.
