Licking my lips, biting the bottom one hard, I finally sober up enough to form a coherent thought.
And make a coherent move.
Sliding my hands to his shoulders, I use as much strength as I can to push, rolling him over to the side, throwing my leg over his hips and sitting up. My legs feel numb and my core aches as I press down against him, making me automatically shiver. He smirks as I look down at him, my body still tingling, my fingertips skimming over his chest. I swallow.
“I want…” I start, as he settles his hands over my hips, my eye catching the wet glisten on his lips as his tongue sweeps across it. I feel a surge of confidence spread through my chest. “I want these clothes off.”
"Are you sure?" He asks, a slight smile on his lips, but my eyes narrowing warns him not to keep pla
