I bit my lip and tugged at the lace hem of my dress, eyeing the pointed toes of my boots. Bare feet and denim wrapped ankles appeared, and then his finger tipped up my chin. “No one else gets to fuck with you. Only me. That’s why I came.” Before I could demand that he maybe not fuck with me again, his lips were on mine. I released my dress but wasn’t sure where to put my hands. His finger left my chin, his hand framed my face, and his other met my lower back. “Red,” he whispered into my mouth. “Just fucking touch me.”
