Page 40 of Wanna Bet?

As if. He thought, stepping closer.

Myah smirked at that which in turn made Jace heat up all over again.

“We don't have to,” he whispered, but he was already reaching for the door handle.

“I want to,” she breathed, opening the door and leading him in.

The door shut and a light click of the lock echoed through the bathroom.

Jace stepped closer slowly. He didn’t want to move too fast. Myah was the type of girl to run when things got serious, so he was trying his hardest to play casual. Thankfully, she met him halfway, craning her neck to look up at him.

Jace’s hands found her hips and gripped her skin tightly. Myah slid her fingers over his waist before slipping them under his dark t-shirt and feeling the plains of his hard torso. He wasn't super beefed, but he was toned. Jace held in a sigh as Myah’s hands continued up, bringing his shirt with them. Once the shirt was bunched to his neck, Jace stepped back and ripped it the rest of the way off.

Myah bit her lip, taking in the scene before her and Jace felt self conscious for the first time since high school. He wasn't bad looking, he knew that. His stomach was toned and the freckles on his shoulders–which most women found endearing–were pale due to the recent winter they had. He had a small scar near his navel and a mole by his hip. There was just nothing super unique or interesting about him.

Jace stepped forward but caught how Myah was eyeing the geometric ink that went from the side of his neck, over his shoulder, down his arm and looped around his side.

I want her to look at me like that forever.

“You just gonna stare all day, or?” Jace teased, not trusting his own thoughts.

Myah pressed her lips to his frantically. Kissing hard and fast, she wound both of her hands into the hair at the base of his neck. Her nails were long, scratching against his scalp.

Fuck, she felt good.

Jace kissed back with just as much fervor. Giving as good as he got and damn was it a lot. There wasn’t too much teeth or spit or anything like that. Just a natural push and pull, like neither of them were willing to give up control of the kiss. Then, slowly, it turned deeper. They slowed down, lips exploring each other almost softly compared to before. Jace’s mouth buzzed and his head spun a little. They made out for longer than he had ever before, earning each other.

They pulled apart slowly as Jace tried to pull his ragged breath under control. He blinked slowly, looking over Myah’s head to finally take in their surroundings. It looked exactly as he’d expect for a dingy mall bathroom. Graffiti splattered the walls, the tile was missing in the far corner, and the toilet was releasing a constant hum from a broken handle.

“It’s… dirty in here.” Jace observed, mind gone blank from the heated kiss.

Myah couldn’t suppress a giggle before she bit her already pink lips, “We could, ah, make it dirtier.”

She slipped one finger through a loop in Jace’s pants, tugging him lightly back towards her. She took two steps back until she was pressed flush against the single sink. Jace leaned down to her and captured her mouth in another kiss, licking into her mouth as it fell open in a wanton moan.

Jace put his hands under her thighs and hefted her up onto the sink without breaking their kiss. Myah let out another breathy giggle, wiggling up and situating herself on the sink more comfortably.

“Okay, Mr. Muscles,” she breathed into the side of his neck before placing a few kisses there.

“Yeah, you like that?” He asked, digging his fingers into the sides of her thighs hard enough for her to let out a little squeal.

She nipped down on his neck in retaliation, then hitched her hips forward, rubbing tantalizingly against his groin. He let out a low moan before meeting her in rhythm with her next motion. They both ground forwards for a moment completely enthralled in the feel of each other’s bodies.

Jace wasn't the type of guy to have sex in a bathroom, but he’d be damned if he ever missed an opportunity like this with a girl like Myah.

He slid both of his hands up and pushed Myah’s tight little mini skirt up, exposing a tiny black thong. Her head fell back as she let out another breathy yet appreciative groan.

“Oh my god, you are going to kill me.” He whined, backing up slightly to get a better look.

“What? My panties?” Myah looked up at him from under those heavy black lashes and her little tongue snuck out to lick her bottom lip.

“Yeah, these.” Jace curled two fingers under the side of her thong and pulled up. He let it snap back down and Myah released a small gasp. “They’re all for me, aren’t they?”

Myah set her hands on Jace’s shoulders and let her legs fall open further in lieu of a reply. Jace didn't need to be told twice. Instead, he pulled the thong to the side, taking in the fact that she had the cutest little patch of blonde curls hiding under there. Reverently, he reached out to touch as Myah made encouraging sounds, tugging on his shoulders.

“And here I almost thought it would be pink down here too.” Jace teased, finally making contact with her sex.

“Oh, shut up.” She groaned, curling forwards and pushing her hips up to meet his fingers.