He grabs my shirt and rips the material off me, leaving me once again in my jeans and bra.
I gasp in surprise.
“Jeremy, what are you—”
When he reaches for my jeans' button, I grab at his wrist.
Jeremy raises his gaze to my face.
“Since you won’t talk, I’m going to tear your clothes from your body, and then I’m going to bury my face between your legs.”
I freeze at his words, and he lowers his face closer to mine.
“I’m going to drive you to the edge of release over and over and over again until you’re begging me. And you know what? I won’t send you over. Not until you give me what I want.”
Moisture floods my panties and Jeremy’s nostrils flare as he picks up the scent of my arousal.
I open my mouth to deny it, to tell him it won’t work, but we both know it’ll be a lie because he’s d
