“So, you like me for my brilliant mind,” I joke pathetically. He doesn’t flinch. “Trust me, I want you for your gorgeous ass and tits, which are so damn hot, even when they’re covered in an ugly-ass sweatshirt.” “They’re not covered tonight. Well, not by much.” “Is that an invitation?” His eyes grow dark as his chest rises. “It’s a demand,” I whisper centimeters from his mouth. He lifts me by the waist and settles me onto his lap. His lips are hard against mine as his hands glide gently up my sides.
