“Fuck it,” he growls as his lips capture mine and—oh fuck. I wrap my arms around his neck as both his hands grip my thighs, hoisting me up to wrap around his waist. I moan against his mouth as his tongue slips between my lips. He presses me harder against his car, causing me to let out a grunt. His kiss is fast and hungry, and I allow him to consume me. Pulling him tighter to me, I roll my hips, causing him to whimper against my mouth. His hands are so tight on my thighs I’m sure I’ll have bruises there in the morning, but I don’t care. I want more. I need more. I wrap my
