Her head fell back against the cupboard, breathless, lips swollen from his kisses.
Mack was still between her legs, hands under his shirt that she wore, kissing down her throat like he had nowhere else to be like her skin was his addiction.
Then her phone rang.
Viola groaned, leaning back to look at the screen. Sam.
“ Ugh , seriously ? ” she muttered, reaching over him to grab it.
Mack didn’t stop. His mouth found the base of her neck, tongue trailing hot and slow across her collarbone as she answered.
“ Hey, Sam, ” she said, trying very hard to sound normal.
Mack’s teeth grazed her skin.
Viola sucked in a breath.
“ Vi ? You okay ? You sound . . . weird. ”
“ Nope, I’m good ! ” she squeaked, gripping Mack’s hair to try and stop him, but he only grinned against her neck and kept g
