*Caterina*

Hot.

That was my only thought as his large hands roamed across my bare skin. My jacket had long been discarded on the seat next to us as he peeled up my dress, his palm flat against my ribs and the other creeping up my back.

I could feel a hard pressure between my legs splayed out as I sat on his lap, neither of us making the move to pull away despite knowing how much of a bad idea this was.

His tongue dipped into my mouth, forceful ...