Chapter 37

Butterflies. Some really angry butterflies.

That was the only way to describe the situation in my stomach right now.

I was doing everything in my power to not rip apart her clothes and take her right there. But Alice wasn't making it any easier with her hands skimming over my back and the urgency in her kiss. Our mouths were literally sucking the soul out of each other, because nothing else would describe the hunger and desire with which we were kissing each other.

I knew my reasons. As much as I hated to admit it, I had wanted her for quite some time and now that she was trapped between my chest and the cold mirror, I couldn't control myself. But why was Alice, of all people, discovering my mouth so eagerly and tightening her legs around my torso?

My curiosity could wait but my hunger couldn't.

Leaving her mouth, I traced a path down to her neck and she sucked a sharp breath. She smelled like a tempting seductress and she certainly moaned like one