Hotter after midnight (Erotica collection)
By tomorrow, my lips would be swollen from how rough he kissed me.
He finally sat back in the seat beside me, breathing hard. We were a mess.
"I love fucking you." He muttered, running his hand through his hair.
I smiled, my cheeks burning. "You're so wild."
"You bring it out of me." He grinned, knowing exactly what he did to me.
My phone rang, I took it from my bag, and froze when I saw the name.
Why was Tyla calling?
Before I could pick up, the call ended.
Then came a text.
I tapped the screen, my heart pounding.
The message read:
'I know what you've been doing.'
I stopped breathing.