He smooths his hand over my ass and down the back of my thigh, hooking me behind my knee and pulling my leg higher up around his waist. Cool air touches my pussy and I have to fight back a moan.

I don’t mean to kiss him. I don’t think. But I tilt my face up and then his mouth is on mine. Plundering me, forcing my lips wide and slipping his tongue into my mouth, kissing me until I’m writhing against him. Shane barely touches me, one hand on my knee, holding me in place, the other at the small of my back, but it doesn’t matter. I rub...