Steve's hold was firm, possessive—his palms cradling the full weight of her ass as he pressed her back against the cold, sturdy barrel nearby.
Their lips met again, slow and demanding, his mouth claiming hers with raw need.
One hand slid up her shoulder, fingers tangling in the fabric of her dress.
With a sharp, deliberate tug, he pulled the garment down, peeling it away from her skin until it slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her hips.
His hands settled on her hips, thumbs tracing slow, tantalizing circles over the bare skin revealed beneath.
As the fabric slipped down to her hips, her full, heavy breasts spilled free—round, lush, and impossibly soft. They pointed outward naturally, nipples hardening and standing proudly against the cool air.
His eyes drank in every inch—the pale peaks teasing through her skin, flushed and achingly sensitive.
