She knew it was a bad idea; hell, it was a horrible idea.
Yet when he looked at her, when he touched her, she didn’t care; he overwhelmed her senses and clouded her mind with passion and lust.
He pulled her close, his hands slipping under her shirt and pushed it up, over her waist, her breasts, her shoulders.
As she leaned back against the wall and he kissed a path down her body, she experienced a moment of panic, fearing the worst, afraid he may be the villainous man everyone claimed him to be.
But as he unbuttoned her jeans and his mouth moved lower, her hands fisted into his hair and all thoughts of good and bad left her as pleasure ascended.