Ryan's hands heft me up and place me on a windowsill, parting my legs so he can settle between them.

I have no problem with that. Neither do I have a problem with his hands that rise dangerously high in my gown, tracing slow lines toward my sex.

I bite down on his lower lip and he chuckles, before letting his tongue slip into my mouth. A moan slips my mouth as his hands on my thigh rise higher and higher, until my dress is bunched up around my waist. I would be worried that we ...