YOU LOOK GOOD, NOW BEND OVER

RAIN

We end up making out in the fitting room.

After fitting and modeling for Liam over ten outfits, I had to drag him into the cubicle and sit on his lap before attacking his lips with mine.

I couldn't take it anymore. I miss him I miss his touch and it's been over four days since he has touched me like that.

I know I keep telling him not to, stopping his advances because the time isn't right, but I don't care anymore. I must have him now.

I don't care if it's in a public place, a place where we can be busted any minute.

"Slow down," he whispers but I only groan tugging his shirt open.

"I don't want to slow down," I start kissing his jaw, my lips skimming over it, before going down his neck. I moan, eyes rolling at the back of my head when I reach his glands, taking them in before licking the place, grazing my teeth over it.

"Baby," he is warning me but I am too far gone. It's been way too long.