My heart slammed in my chest, panic flooding me.
“f**k, Jason!” I hissed, my voice a frantic whisper, shoving at his chest. My body was still trembling, caught between the high of his touch and the dread of getting caught.
He cursed under his breath, his grip on my legs loosening as he pulled out, leaving me aching and exposed. “Stay down,” he growled, low and pissed, as he yanked his trousers up, fumbling to cover himself. I scrambled to grab my shorts, my hands shaking, trying to pull them on while staying low in the reclined seat.
“Who the hell is that?” I whispered, my voice cracking, as I tugged my top back over my chest, my face burning with embarrassment.
Jason shot me a look, his jaw tight, before turning toward the window, his eyes narrowing.
“Just… don’t move,” he muttered
