Jake's POV 

  “For the… um. To drop these off,” she stammered.

  I was sure even she didn't believe herself as she arched her back off the wall the moment my lips descended on her collarbones.

  “Get off me, Jake. I'll scream.” She tried to sound pissed, but she was subconsciously rocking her hips as I moved to her chest, gently biting her nipple through the thin fabric, and she flinched.

  Then it occurred to me, and I lifted my head, my brow arched as I watched the quick rise and fall of her chest.

  “You're not wearing a bra?” I asked, and she looked away, hiding her flushed face, and...