I’m about to respond—maybe with sarcasm, maybe with a confession of my own insanity—but his lips crash against mine, and all coherent thought is forgotten. My hands slide up his chest, feeling his hard muscles beneath his shirt, and I can’t help but arch against him, desperate for more.
His hands move up my dress, and I know exactly what he’s aiming for when his fingers find the neck of the dress. I break the kiss, panting as I catch his wrist.
“Don’t.”
He freezes. “What?”
“If you rip one more of my clothes, we’re going to have a serious problem.”
His lips twitch, the ghost of a smile playing there. “How else am I supposed to take it off?”
I sit up a little, giving him my best unimpressed look. “Let me show you.” I grab the hem of my dress, shimmying on his lap as I pull it up and o
