Okay, now it was Christmas-come-late time the second the shirts went--and SHE had been the one to do it! Damn! "Oh," he said into her ear, both hands on her chest--though he interrupted himself to duck his head down because even in his drunken stupor, Terry was a boobs man, and while a little pinch and squeeze was awesome, well, COME ON. Get your mouth going, son. Besides, he had found through careful years of observation that girls totally went bezerk for it. And Terry LOVED hearing his name being moaned. Narcissistic? Well--DUH.
He started to grind up against her, grabbing one of her legs and guiding it to wrap around his waist. "Holy shit, I want you, you're so hot," he saidmumbledmoaned, rocking harder against her. Okay, maybe not the most romantic in the world, but it was the truth at least?