I can’t help but laugh as Nico greets Bri by smacking her ass, grabbing her by the throat, and slamming his lips down on hers.
“He looks pretty desperate.”
“He’s always fucking desperate,” he mutters, making me laugh.
“Match made in heaven,” I mutter.
“What was that?” Toby asks, spinning me around to face him.
“I said, they’re a match made in heaven.”
“Funny,” he murmurs, dipping his head so close our noses touch. “I thought you were talking about us.”
Toby steals my breath as he captures my lips, kissing me as if he hasn’t seen me in a week, not just a couple of hours as his hands slide from my waist and down my arse, hauling me against his body.
Our kiss goes on and on. The songs change around us, people move, even crash into us, but we never come up for air, too lost in each other. My hands roam over his body, learning his curves and the way his muscles ripple as he moves.