I raced behind her to her house and jumped out of the car, making it to the door just as she pushed it open.
The thunk of her purse dropping to the floor was followed by the click of the light. I wrapped my arm around her.
“You’re going to have to let me go if I’m going to take my shirt off,” she said.
I didn’t let her go. I pulled her closer and grabbed the hem of the shirt at her hips and yanked it up. Her arms lifted with mine, and I snatched it off her head and threw it somewhere.
She put her hands on either side of my face and kissed me. Alexa opened her sweet, full lips on my mouth and stroked me with her tongue. The long, slow pressure of her mouth might as well have been on my c**k because it pulsed against my thigh.
Her b*a or my jeans? My fingers solved the conundrum without
