“This is a restroom.” She muttered, taking a step back.
His hands came up brushing the side of her face, his thumb dragged across her lower lip, and she trembled under the intensity of his gaze. “Is there a perfect place to be f****d?”
Miller didn't hesitate. He pulled her into a rough kiss. The kind that demanded everything. He kissed her hard. He turned her around and pushed her gently, but firmly against the restroom door. Every kiss had weight and every touch had control.
He kept his body over hers, making sure she couldn't move without feeling him everywhere. He gripped her hips and guarded her how he wanted. Every second felt too much is not enough.
His hands slide to get her bare thighs. He finds her panties soaked — the undeniable evidence of her body's betraying her.
“You'
