Chapter Eleven
Viola
Weston follows me inside, not a single word passing between us as none are necessary since we’re agreed on what will come next.
As the door closes behind us, he pushes me up against it and crushes my lips beneath his. He runs his hands up and down my back, his c**k hardening against my stomach when I moan softly.
Expecting supreme confidence, his fumbling hands as he slides them beneath the hem of my dress surprise me, and make this moment even more special to me knowing he’s as nervous as I am.
My fingers play with the hair on the back of his head as his lips trace my neck, and then, one of his hands cups me between the legs over my new, lacy panties.
That’s the moment he seems to remember what I said earlier and murmurs against my lips, “Are you going to show m
