Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

He gripped my waist harder, pressing my body into his.
“You’re old enough when I say.”
I smiled, tipping my head back and feeling his lips trail a
line up my throat. His mouth said one thing and was doing
another.
My body started to move, taunting him. Teasing him.
Rubbing on him.
I wanted to whisper his name, but I couldn’t.
I took his hands and pulled them away from my body,
sliding them up my thighs, just under my skirt. I wasn’t shy
around him. I knew he wanted me, but he kept doing things—
being bossy and overprotective—that reminded me of an older
brother. It needed to stop. I wasn’t a child. I was ready.
“So what do you say?” I asked, inviting him to touch me.
He curled his fingers against my skin.
“Stop it,” he ordered me.
“I’m sixteen, and I’ve never been kissed.” I put my hands
on his chest, feeling my breasts grazing his body. “I waited for
you.”
“Winter…”
“I waited for you,” I repeated, panting and brushing his
lips with mine. “But I won’t wait forever.”
I layered my lips with his and dipped my tongue out,
flicking his lip as I rolled my hips on him. The unmistakably
hard ridge of his cock rubbed against my panties through his
jeans, and I moaned.
He grabbed me under my arms, holding me up to his face.
“That better not be a threat,” he bit out.
And then he took my face in one hand and snatched up my
lips, biting my bottom one, almost chewing it like he was
starving.
He groaned, I whimpered, and we both gave in, holding
each other in our arms, our mouths melting together.