>Mallory
"Can you please get these clothes off me first?" I asked, my voice low almost pleading as I shifted under his coat. The fabric was too heavy, swallowing me whole, as I wiggled slightly, trying to free myself. It's really uncomfortable.
I looked up at him, hoping he'd understand.
"There's no need for that," he replied, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he pushed the door open.
Cool air rushed in. He stepped out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. When he opened the door, the light spilled inside, outlining his tall figure.
One hand rested on the top of the door frame while the other reached toward me. His fingers moved with ease, unbuttoning the coat wrapped tightly around me with one hand. One button, then another, my arm trembling when it finally slipped free.
"That's more than enough," he said, his eyes flicked briefly over my clothes,. "You won't be having any of that later."
