“Yes.”
CHAPTER 51
Rage
Iwant her.
No. Ineedher.
With the taste of that cake still on my tongue, Mirabelle leads me to the bathroom.
The other guys flash me knowing smiles.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how big this bathroom is!” Mirabelle says, flashing me a bright smile over her shoulder as she shuts the bathroom door behind us.
I don’t care about the bathroom.
I care about her.
I step forward, pressing her against the door.
“Hi,” she breathes out.
I answer her with a kiss, leaning down and pressing my lips against hers. She lets out a little gasp that goes straight to my cock.
I was so hard the entire meal. Even now, I’m still throbbing behind my boxers and sweatpants.
I grip her thighs and lift her, pinning her between my body and the door. I can feel the warmth of her core pressing against me through her leggings.
I swear I can scent her slick, too.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, wrapping her legs around me, shifting her hips and grinding herself down against me.
I kiss her again, this time, getting a better angle. My tongue dives into her mouth, dancing with hers.
With every needy whimper and soft gasp, I throb against her. I wonder if she can feel it through our clothes.
We’re both wearing far too many.
Mirabelle seems to think the same because she shoves at my t-shirt.
“Off,” she commands. It’s adorable, the way she’s ordering me around.
But still, I whip off my t-shirt.
She tries to do the same, but with her pinned against the wall, she’s struggles to get it off. Instead, she tangles her arms in the fabric.
“Ugh! I want my clothes off!” She grumbles, shifting her weight.
I set her down gently. Without her being pinned between me and the door, she’s able to take off her shirt, leaving it on a puddle on the bathroom floor.
She stands there, blinking up at me in her bra and black leggings.
I can’t take it anymore.
There’s just something about her scent... It’s almost like it’s extra sweet right now.
My hands clench into fists by my side as I try to fight the urge to tear off all her clothes.
