“You weren’t kidding.” “Hell, no,” he mutters and pulls my shirt over my head, unclasps and slips my bra off, and cups my breasts in his hands. “Your tits are perfect, you know.” “They’re not very big.” I wrinkle my nose at him and pull his tee over his head. “They’re perfect for your small body, baby.” My back arches as his lips claim my right breast, and he tugs my jeans down and off my legs. “Don’t rip those,” I mutter when his hands close around my panties. He growls and peels them down my legs as well, plants his hands on my ass and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist, pinning me against the door. “You make me fucking crazy,” he murmurs against my lips. “You are so damn hot.” He slips inside me, to the root, and holds me there, between his hard body and the hard door to my back. “I wanted to pull my car over and fuck you there at the side of the road.”
