" I’ve never…” she whispered as I kissed her neck. Her hear. The skin under her chin. She really was soft all over. “This isn’t like me.”
I leaned back. Looked deep into her startled and wary blue eyes.
“You looking for permission to fuck the way you like?” I asked. “It’s yours. "

― Molly O'Keefe , Bad Neighbor (Bad Boy Romance, #1)