CHAPTER 3
JAKE
Miles pulled me up so fast I almost slipped on the bathroom tile, but then his mouth was on mine.
My first instinct should’ve been to push him away, but instead my lips parted like they were waiting for him. god—he could kiss. He owned my mouth from the second his tongue slid past my lips. My knees went weak, and I held onto his shoulders just to steady myself.
When his hand slipped down and grabbed my ass, I flinched. “Miles—too much.” I shoved at his chest.
He leaned back a fraction, that damn smirk plastered on his face. “Too much? Or too good?”
I glared, but the heat on my face betrayed me.
Instead of answering, he bent down, his mouth hot against my neck. His lips dragged, teeth scraping, then biting down hard enough to sting. “Miles—s**t—stop,” I hissed, though
