The laughter should have given her a heads up about what was coming and yet, it didn't even occur to her. Of course, he'd realize what might have caused her predicament, but—

"Knock Out!" she whined in a higher pitch than her usual voice, those strong vibrations cranking up the fire in her by three notches. Her hands clutched at the door and center console, knuckles turning white as she tried to resist the sensations pulsing through her. "Stop that!"

Part of her really doesn't want him to stop, but this whole situation is strange and awkward and lord but why does that have to feel so damn good...