Too Much Wine

Riley

Chill bumps raced across my skin. "Depends on who's anchoring me to safety."

"A bastard." He slid his hands over my hips and wrapped one arm around me under my breast. His free hand pressed against the front of my sex, tapping me softly. "A really bad guy that just wants to know what it feels like to be loved by you for the night. Tell him no."

"Not in a million years." I lifted my hands to reach back and run my fingers down the back of his head. "I'm not sure I could."

He sucked my earlobe in his mouth and growled softly. "And if you could muster the self-denial to tell me to fuck off, you'd want me to press you, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I whispered and undulated my hips, wishing like hell I was out of my dress. "Don't take no for an answer with me."

"Is that permission to have you all to myself, Riley? Whenever I want?" He patted me once more before gripping my dress and tugging it up to my waist. His fingers pressed into the top of my panties and I groaned and gripped his hand t