“Shut up and take it off before I rip it off.”
“You forgot something.” He unzipped my dress.
“What’s that?”
“My name.”
I pulled back slightly. “I’m about to rip your shirt off, Mr. Stone. Are you okay with that?”
“Not really.”
I tore it apart, buttons popping. “Tough shit.”
He laughed, his bare hands spreading across my back, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. My back hit the wall with the force of him against mine, and I swore to god I’d climb on him if I could.
His lips caressed mine and his tongue explored my mouth like I was an undiscovered cave ready to be exposed of my secrets. My dress slipped over my shoulders and he helped it along the way, kissing my neck and easing the
