Married to business

As we are on the way back from his parent's house, we got into an argument about the marriage planning and how he didn't want to go home for the wedding. He wanted to stay in Italy but I won't let it get to me because we can just have a talk about it later right?

I turn my head to look out the window, I suddenly feel something touching my thigh. I turn to look at him but his eyes are still focused on the road. I wanted to ask him something but when I started to ask, I felt his hand move up a little more. Seems like every time I attempt to speak, his hand makes its way closer. He had already beat me to it, "why are you so pissed about marriage planning?" I scoffed, is he really acting like his hand isn't halfway up my lady part? "What?" I turned my head towards the window. For some reason, I liked to do that lately. Just looking out the window to enjoy the view. We came to a stop at a red light and we sat in silence. Then the light turned green, Rico had turned down a street and into a parking lot. He turned the car off. "What are you doing?" I stammered.

He turned to look at me something about this look was different like it was a mix of lust and anger. "Answer my question", he commanded. Before the words could even leave my mouth I could feel his hand already rubbing against my area. "I'm not upset", a noise wanted to escape my mouth but I didn't want it to seem like I was losing. "You obviously are", he insisted. I looked down and somehow found myself staring at his lips. He obviously caught me staring at them because he was staring at mine. We began leaning in towards each other to the point where our lips met... his lips seem as if they were made for mine.