Without a word, she kicked off her sneakers, letting them thump to the floorboard. Peeled off her socks next, slowly, toes flexing free—pale, smooth arches, nails painted a chipped red that somehow looked perfect against her skin.
I stole a peek while pretending to watch the road, and damn—fucking flawless. I wasn't even into feet like that, but hers? Soft curves, that fresh-out-of-shoes warmth... it hit different. Sexy as sin, pulling a low heat straight to my gut.
"Pants off," she said, voice dropping husky, one foot already brushing my thigh. "Now."
Heart kicking up, I scanned for a clear stretch—empty highway ahead, no cops in sight. Fumbled the button on my jeans one-handed, shoving them down with my boxers just enough. My cock sprang free, hard and heavy, slapping against my stomach.
