Dirty Little Secrets(Short Stories)
she hissed.
He didn't need to be told twice. His hands shot out, finding the hem of her training top and pulling it over her head in one swift motion. The fading sunlight caught the curve of her breasts, the taut peaks of her nipples. He sucked in a breath, the image searing into his mind.
Sakura didn't give him time to dwell. She shoved him backwards, pinning him against the oak tree. Her body pressed against his, a tantalizing blend of heat and muscle. With one hand, she grasped his crotch, her fingers tightening around his already throbbing member.