He had me dripping wet against his car. I can’t even imagine what he’s going to be doing once we’re behind closed doors. I struggle to fight with my head, and my heart—Part Angel and Part Devil are screaming at me, and all I can think of is how good it feels to have Bentley’s mouth and body on me and how much I want more. I hardly pay attention to where we’re going and soon realize Bentley is parking in his garage. He quickly gets out and opens my door, grabbing my hand eagerly and pulling me out. He barely yanks the keys out of the lock before slamming me into the wall, pressing us firmly against it. “I hope you aren’t disappointed if we skip the tour.” I feel him grin as his lips run up and down my neck. I shiver under his touch, and then respond with a mumbled moan. He shimmies my jacket off and aggressively grabs around my thighs, wrapping them around his waist and holding us up against the wall. He presses hard into me as our mouths attack each other, roaming hands and tongues begging for control.
