Her little smirk does a magic trick on me. In an instant, my insecure thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. I sweep her up into my arms, my footsteps pounding up the stairs to my bedroom. I’ve got my hands on her ass and her legs wrapped around my waist. I’m hurriedly moving through the upstairs hallway, desperate to get her beneath me. The second I drop her on my mattress, she pulls my head down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to my neck, sliding her tongue along my skin. “Fuck me,” she demands, her heated words rippling against my throat. I’m a freaking goner.
