Then he kisses down my throat, and I freeze. Kissing is one thing. But that’s not just kissing. If he goes any farther, I’m going to soak my panties in this parking lot. I turn my head to the side, shoving at his chest until he puts me down. He complies, but not before dragging his thumb over my lower lip. Fuck. I straighten my sweatshirt as I glare at him. “What was that for?” He shrugs. “You looked like you wanted to be kissed. We need to practice so it’s believable.” “That wasn’t kissing, that was . . .” He grins. “Never been kissed like that?” I hit his chest lightly. “Not outside a bar!”
