Daniella
Tyler’s hand was under my dress instantly, his fingers brushing my naked skin and sending sparks through me that I couldn’t ignore.
My body screamimed yes while my mind yelled no. What the hell was I doing? His lips remained on mine, urgent and hungry, and I was drowning in him, the taste of champagne and him overwhelming my senses.
“Tyler, we really shouldn't,” I gasped, doubting my own voice as his mouth moved to my neck, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. My knees were weak.
“Too late,” he murmured against my skin as his hands slid down to grab my ass and pull me closer. “You want this as bad as I do, don't fight it.”
I hated that he was right. My hands, despite the tremor, were already on his belt, fumbling with the buckle as my body betrayed every ounce o
