Chapter 1104 Angels Don't Wear Panties:>Ep32

Trees grew denser along the road as traffic thinned. A feverish desire inflamed Christie's body. It was difficult to think clearly. How had she come so far in just three short months? How had she gone from romantic snuggling under the blankets to getting bent over a balcony? And still more perplexing than that, to allow herself the ability of loving every second of it? In fact, the more she protested, the more it seemed Jacob was on a mission to thoroughly corrupt her with each successive date. Gravel grated beneath the tires of Jacob's car as he pulled off along the shoulder of the two-lane highway. Night pressed in around them, close and black, pierced now and again by brilliant stars and a voyeur moon. The profound silence ensnared her ears, the tinny song of crickets and soft whoosh of wind through drying leaves the only sound to be heard after he killed the engine.