The normal world would say he ruined your life and stay away, but the way my body reacted to just the lightest touch of his hand brought me joy, protection, and comfort. Our lips tangled together, and we pulled at each other's clothes for relief and security. Seconds before he pulled my shirt off, a lightbulb went off in my head, and I pushed him away.
“Hold on, Sante.”
“No, I need you,” he growled, yanking me back to his chest.
I shook my head and pulled my shirt back down.
“Let's go home and have dinner. This is your parents’ living room.”
“I’m only hungry for one thing, taking you to my bedroom.” When he picked me up, I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his d**k press against my stomach. I shouldn't be so engrossed in doing this in his parents’ home. The look
