I blinked at him. “We’re making out, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but what are you doing?”

Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he flicked my nipple with his thumb through my dress. My lips parted as pleasure shot through me, and his eyes locked on them before he leaned forward with a groan and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. When he pulled away, I followed, cupping his jaws and kissing him.

His big body shuddered under mine and I thought maybe it had to do with our kiss. It was a slow, drugging kiss, and if I could think properly, I would be concerned that I was kissing him...