She reached the waistband of her pants and paused, glancing at him once before undoing the button. Then the zip followed.
Luca swallowed hard. Her hand slipped inside, disappearing from view as her fingers moved lower, exploring herself. At the same time, her other hand returned to her chest, rolling a nipple between her fingers again. "I can't see a thing," Luca muttered, frustration creeping into his voice.
"Use your imagination," Vee replied smoothly.
"That's just unfair."
She shifted slightly, just enough to keep him guessing, to keep him straining for more than she was willing to show. Then, she let her body respond to her own touch, her breath catching softly as she leaned back into the seat.
Luca's eyes stayed locked on her, hungry, searching, trying to piece together what he couldn't fully see.
Every small reaction, every soft gasp, every shift of her body fed into his imagination, giving him just enough to understand—
