She doesn’t have time to scream as I cover her mouth with one hand and wrap my arm around her waist, pinning her back against me.
“I hope you’re not still wishing you were in that bed with him, Angel.”
She wiggles against me, but all she achieves is grinding her arse back against my quickly-growing cock.
“I fucking love it when you’re all wet for me, beautiful.”
I lick a line from the neck of her t-shirt all the way to her ear.
“You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all night.”
She moans against my hand, her back arching when I suck on the sensitive skin beneath her ear before lapping at my bite, just like I would elsewhere. She damn well knows it too.
“He didn’t get you off again, did he?” I tease. “It seems I have impeccable timing when it comes to you.”
She groans again, her jaw moving beneath my hand in her attempt to say something. Or bite me. I kinda hope it’s the latter.
My hand on her mouth remains locked in place. My arm that’s holding us together, however, moves.
Splaying my hand against her stomach, I tuck my fingers under the damp fabric of her top and push it higher.
“You should take these off. You’ll catch a cold,” I whisper.
A groan catches in her throat as my hand cups her breast, squeezing less than gently before I find her hard nipple, pinching until she cries out.
“He left you wanting, huh, Angel?”
She tries shaking her head, but it’s not very successful.
“Those Italian cunts aren’t man enough for the job. You want a real man, you don’t need to be looking at the enemy.”
I tease her, tugging her nipple until she’s whimpering and shuddering in my hold as her release just from this alone edges closer.
“Did he leave you this desperate, Angel? Or is that me?”
Finally, I let my hand drop from her mouth, immediately wrapping my fingers around the hem of her shirt and ripping it from her body.
“I hate you,” she seethes. “I fucking hate you.”
“Yeah,” I agree, cupping her tits in both my hands and pinching her aching nipples between my fingers. “I can feel it. Gets you fucking wet though, doesn’t it?”
“The only thing wet right now is the entire fucking house.”
A laugh rips from my throat.
“Pretty genius plan, right? I’m glad you’re impressed.”
“I’m not fucking impressed. Everything I own is soaked.”
“It’ll dry,” I say, peppering kisses along her shoulder. “Have you been waiting for me, Angel?”
“No,” she hisses. “I’d hoped those pills had killed you.”
“Ouch,” I growl. “But I think we both know that you don’t mean that.”
“Don’t I?”
“You came to Alex’s place earlier in the hope of checking on me, didn’t you?”