Page 161 of How to Win the Girl

I can’t imagine how we look to other people, and I’m not sure I care.

It’s been dates and dates since he’s kissed me like this, his wet hot tongue meeting mine before I pull away, embarrassed at the public display of affection.

I’ve seen couples making out in public but never thought I would be one of those couples and never with a massive, hot, sexy guy like Drake Colter.

Damn, he gets me hot.

I want him to put his hand between my legs.

Finger beneath the satin of my thong.

“Fuck. Now I’m hard.”

I can feel him.

“Cover your lap with the napkin.” I stand, adjusting my hemline. “Will you excuse me while I go to the ladies’ room?”

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Come have a seat.

On my face.

The bathroom isone of those two-stall situations. It’s burgundy floral wallpaper, dark counter, and gold faucets are a blast from the gilded sixties, tacky as fuck but kind of cool.

Daisy is at the sink as I slowly push through the bathroom door, peering inside to check that she’s alone.

“Drake.” Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. “What are you doing in here?”

I press a finger to my lips.

Taking her hand, I pull her into the stall against the wall and close the door behind us. I lock it.

I want my hands under her dress and my dick inside her more than I want the meal we’re about to be served; and if you give me the choice of whether or not I wanted to play football for the rest of the year or sink myself inside Daisy’s body, I would choose Daisy.

Maybe I’m just a horny fuck…

Or maybe I like her more than I thought I did.

Her eyes are wide, but she knows exactly why I followed her in here.

Excitement.

Lust.

“D-did anyone see you come in here?”

“Probably not.”

But they probably did.

“Oh my god.” Daisy moans as my mouth presses kisses along her throat, her pulse beating wildly. “I can’t believe you followed me in here.”

I raise my head.

I take my hands and cup her face, staring into her eyes before I press my lips against hers. This kiss is filled with heat and passion—the heat we couldn’t share when we were out at the table, not for my lack of trying. It’s obvious she felt uncomfortable kissing me in a restaurant, although it’s not as crowded as it will be later this evening.

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