Page 155 of Ricardo

As the limousine changes direction, Julia shifts in my lap, trying to rearrange her dress.

"Here," I say, gently moving her hands away. "Let me."

I smooth the silk over her legs, my fingers brushing against her skin. She shivers at my touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

"You're a menace," she murmurs.

I grin. "You have no idea."

I adjust her dress, making her presentable, if a little rumpled. Then I open a compartment in the side of the car, revealing a selection of amenities, including a bottle of water, some glasses, and a small, white towel.

I wet the towel with the water and gently clean her thighs, my touch light and reverent.

She watches me, her expression soft.

"You don't have to do that," she says, her voice a little rough. "I'll just shower when we get back.

I smile. "I want to."

I take my time, cleaning away the evidence of our passion, my movements slow and careful. It's a long way from cleaning us up completely, but it's something.

When I've done what I can, I lean in and press a kiss to her inner thigh, my lips lingering for a moment.

She gasps, her body arching.

"Ricardo," she whispers.

I look up at her. "Yes?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing. Just... thank you."

I smile. "You're welcome."

I fold the towel and place it aside, then pour her a glass of water.

"Drink," I say, holding it to her lips.

She obeys, her throat working as she swallows.

I watch her, my chest tight with an emotion I'm not ready to name.

"What is it?" she asks, her eyes searching mine.

I shake my head. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing," she insists.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"It's just... I've never done this before," I say.

Her brow furrows. "Done what? Had sex in a car?"

"No," I say with a small laugh. "No, I've done that before."

She grins. "Oh, really?"

I smile. "A few times."