We stumble into the bathroom together. He kicks the door shut and locks it.

The click is deafening.

He pins me against the counter, mouth on my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise. My sundress straps are yanked down my shoulders, bra shoved under my breasts, and then his mouth is on my nipple, teeth grazing, tongue flicking until I’m arching into him with a broken moan.

“Been hard for you every single day I worked in your yard,” he growls against my skin. “Watching you bend over in those little shorts. Knowing you were watching me back.”

My hands are already at his belt, frantic. “I shouldn’t want this.”...