His lips crashed into mine before I could even think, let alone speak. The kiss was hungry, demanding, and I felt my resistance crumble instantly. His hand gripped my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. I could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of my jeans, and it sent a jolt straight to my core. My body betrayed me, arching into him as his tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me in a way that left no room for hesitation.
I barely registered his other hand sliding under my shirt, his fingers skimming up my stomach until they found the edge of my bra. He paused for a moment, his lips still locked on mine, and then he pulled back just enough to look down. His fingers brushed against something unexpected—the phone I put there, tucked haphazardly into my bra.
