This gorgeous brunette can’t seem to wait until our destination. I heard her seatbelt release as I felt her hand back on my thigh. She leaned a little closer to my ear, “I can’t wait to circle your clit with my tongue.”

This woman hasn’t even touched me and I’m ready to explode. Shivers went down my spine as I almost lost control of the wheel, I shook it off.

“Lena,” I breathed, “just a few more miles, then you can have all of me.”

“Oh really?” I saw her eyebrow raise from the corner of my eye. I felt her hand leave my thigh and was shocked at how fast it made it to under my bra. “Thank you for wearing such a low cut shirt, this was definitely on purpose,” as she continued to tweak my rock hard nipple.

As much as I hated to, I pulled her hand from my shirt and held it down on her lap.

“I really would appreciate it if you can keep your hands to yourself for just a few more minutes. I’d like to get us home in one piece.”

“Home?” She asked. “Where exactly is home?”

Without hesitation, I said “right here,” as I squeezed her hand.

She fell silent.

“Shit, that was too cheesy and probably way too soon.” I thought

I started to panic, silence isn’t always good.

After what seemed like forever, she finally spoke.

“Home IS where the heart is.”

I laughed out loud.

She playfully hit my arm, “really? It wasn’t that funny?”

“No, no, no, no baby. Sorry I couldn’t help but laugh. I just thought what I said was pretty cheesy but I’m really glad yours was worse.”

She laughed that infectious laugh, “that was pretty cheesy even for me. Nobody has ever made me this corny.”

She intertwined her fingers with mine and held my hand close to her chest.

“Just because you put your hand down my shirt doesn’t mean I’m going to do the same to you” I teased

“You’d be singing a different tune if I was the one driving Stefanie Foster.”

“I’m not even going to argue that.” I said as I finally parked in her driveway. “We’re home…well, your home, but it’s home for tonight. That’s if, you don’t mine me spending the night.”