"Girls? What are these girls you speak of? You mean there're more of your kind? Impossible! Not when you're the physical embodiment of female perfection," he replied lightly, forcing himself not to squirm under her hand. Her touch was teasing an light and not at all satisfying which was exactly what she wanted.
His free hand slid down her side and hip and slowly slid up her light cotton dress. "Keep that up my love and we're going to give the cabby his own private show," he growled in her ear as his rough fingers trailed up the soft skin of her inner thighs. Already he could feel the moist heat rolling off her sex as his knuckle brushed her mound teasingly.