Twisted Temptation
“What are you so scared of?”
“Nothing,” I croaked.
His fingers trailed down my neck, sending goosebumps over my entire body. My thighs clenched together instinctively.
“You know,” he said, his voice husky, “you shouldn’t wear shorts like that around me.”
I turned my head to glare at him, only to find his face inches away, his blue eyes dark and wild. My heart hammered against my ribcage. Before I could protest, his lips crashed onto mine.
His kiss was rough, hungry, desperate. I gasped as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting of beer and mint. His hand grabbed my thigh, squeezing hard, pulling me onto his lap. I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass through his jeans.