The words are barely out of my mouth before we're striding in that direction, his hands roaming underneath my skirt, those callused fingers sliding beneath my thong, tracing the crack of my bottom. And all the while, I'm like a greedy koala bear, clinging to him and licking every patch of bare skin I can find. There's not much except for his neck and an inch of chest, where I rake my teeth through that curly black hair that drives me insane.

We must have been kissing for a while, because my car is the only one left in the rear lot, although voices still carry from the front of...