She scrubbed a hand through her hair, spiking it more, and shuffled back, her brown eyes bleary but resigned. He unbuttoned the top one, then another, revealing the edge of a white lace bra.

“Whoa,” he breathed, stepping back. Sweat ran down his back,Rape his sports bra damp, and he dropped, landing light, his chest heaving. He arched his back, pressing his chest into her hands, and she squeezed, rough and greedy, her fingers pinching until he hissed.