"Tell me to stop," Bryan said against my lips. "Tell me this is a bad idea."
"It is a bad idea," I said. "The worst idea."
"Then tell me to stop," he repeated.
"I can't," I whispered.
That was all he needed. His lips crashed back onto mine with an intensity that made my head spin. His tongue swept into my mouth, and I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair.
His hands slid under my shirt, and I gasped at the contact of his warm palms against my bare skin. "Is this, okay?" he asked quietly, his lips moving to my jaw.
"Yes," I breathed. "Don't stop."
He pulled my shirt off slowly, his eyes roaming over my body like he was trying to memorize every inch. Then he leaned down and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts still covered by my bra.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin.
