-Molly’s POV-
I protested.
In my mind, I protested his kiss. But the moment his lips touched mine, I forgot all the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this. All I could think of was the way his kiss made me feel. My body burned under his hands. They cupped my shoulders and slowly slid down my body until they rested on my hips. He pulled me closer, rubbing our bodies together. I felt hot and tingly all over. I was dying to rip my clothes off and feel our skin pressed together.
I raised my hands to wrap around his neck, but he pulled away.
“Keep your hands to your side, baby girl. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. Do you understand?”
