Justin POV
She chewed slowly, almost innocently, but her eyes—those damn eyes—were doing things to me. Seductive. Mischievous. Dangerous. And when she swallowed that last bite, licking her lips with deliberate ease, I knew I was done for.
"All done?" I asked.
She smirked. "Depends. Are you?"
Oh, fuck no.
I dropped the fork, grabbed her waist, and in one smooth motion pulled her to the edge of the counter. Her breath hitched as I pressed myself between her legs again, hands sliding up under her bra, fingertips grazing her ribs before I cupped her bare breasts.
"Justin—"
"Shhh. You had your dinner. Now I want mine."
I ducked my head down and kissed the curve of her neck, biting lightly just beneath her ear where I knew she was sensitive. She gasped, her legs wrapping around me instantly—sweatpants riding dangerously low on her hips. I could feel her heat through the fabric and fuck, she was already worked up again.
"You're insatiable," she whispered, breathless.
