Chapter Eight
Shawn ground the truck to a halt, threw the gear shift into place and unsnapped his seatbelt. His chest was heaving as he turned to her. “Kayla,” he whispered, slanting his mouth over hers. His tongue slipped between her lips, mating hungrily with hers.
His chest crushed her breasts, pushing her back into Ryan. Shawn’s hands closed gently over her breasts, squeezing them softly yet with mounting hunger. She felt a second pair of hands palm her thighs, under her dress, caressing her, moving again over her mound, caressing her stomach and then diving under the waistband of her panties to rake through her curls and spread her lips apart.
Shawn suckled and tugged hungrily on her lower lip, kneading her n*****s through her bra and dress into hard peaks. Ryan’s fingertips found
