I break the kiss to look down at her flushed skin and swollen lips. “You make me so mad.”
Heat flares in her eyes. “Likewise.” Her legs lock around my hips, pulling me closer, her skin burning hot against mine. “This changes nothing.”
I let go of her wrists, my hands moving to her neckline. I pause there for a moment, waiting for her to protest. She doesn’t. Her eyes are clear, filled with a desire that mirrors mine. I rip the fabric down the middle until the tear reaches the slit on her thigh. My gaze locks with hers. “This changes nothing.”
We meet each other halfway, her small hands hot as fire against my chest as she fumbles with the buttons, ripping the fabric in multiple places. My hands rise up her bare thighs as my tongue lashes against hers, and I can’t get enough of her. I can
