Chapter 24
ELSIE
I don’t care that I shouldn’t be here right now. I don’t care that my heart squeezes just looking at him.
I don’t care that I shouldn’t want him at all. Or, more importantly, that he shouldn’t want me.
I only care… that he be inside me. As soon as possible.
The second Brett opens the door, I clutch him into my body, drawing him into my mouth. A moan makes its way from between my lips and as he fumbles with shutting the door, I fling my fingers around his neck, gripping as tightly as possible. I can’t stop kissing him. Stop touching him.
He tastes like spice and vodka—strong and crisp. His tongue tastes indescribable and as he slips it between my lips, stroking the inside of my mouth, I suck lightly on every bit I can get, holding onto Brett’s body like a spider monke
