Fireworks 1 and 2

Jungle: Chapter Seventy-Two

    A warm buzz settled over Mia in that dance club. When it came time for them to leave, that buzz didn't lift. She still felt it. Once she was seated in the backseat of the SUV with Drake, she snuck glances at him out of the corner of her eye.

    He quietly stared out of the window. It seemed like he was trying not to disturb her.

    Her gaze slanted from his face down to his lap. She placed her hand on his thigh.

    He turned his head and looked at her.

    She gave his thigh a squeeze and looked him in the eyes without speaking.

    The look he gave her was inquisitive, curious.

    Her eyes lowered to his lips. Why do his lips have to look so damn juicy all the time? How am I supposed to stay mad at him when his lips look like they taste like gummy bears? At that last thought, she narrowed her eyes. There was one brief moment of clarity, one moment when the haze lifted and she realized, Shit, I'm drunk. Super drunk. Take your hand off of the man's thigh, Mia. Repeat: Take your hand off of the man's thigh. You're still mad at him. He doesn't deserve for you to be touching him right now. Then that haze settled in again, and she was leaning closer to him, and catching his bottom lip between her lips, sucking on it.

    He scooped her up onto his lap, granting her full access to his lip while sliding his hands underneath her skirt.

    She was faintly aware of Chubbs muttering expletives under his breath while she peeled Drake's jacket off of his shoulders. The back of the SUV wasn't the most private of locations, but her poor little inebriated mind just didn't care. All she could think of was how sexy Drake had looked onstage, how sexy he'd looked at the night club, and how sexy he looked now, with his beautiful down-turned eyes heavy-lidded and lusty.

    He buried his face in her neck while she started to grind on her lap.

    She gasped out when she felt him hardening beneath her.

    "We're here," the driver called out, noisily clearing his throat.

    Mia lifted her head and stared down at Drake. Then, without waiting for the driver or Chubbs to open the door, she grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open. She pulled Drake out of the car with her, and turned to glance at the cars lined up behind theirs, other cars containing members of Drake's crew. With her libido in full swing, she stalked towards the hotel and dragged Drake inside and towards the elevators. After pressing the Up button, she turned and started to kiss him again.

    The elevator doors slid open, and she pushed him inside and went at him.

    His arms circled around her waist and he pulled her against him.

    The elevator doors opened again, and Mia arched an annoyed look over her shoulder.

    Drake's crew awkwardly stood in the lobby, staring in at them.

    "I forgot to push the button," she said breathlessly and apologetically. "Sorry, guys. You're going to have to catch the next one." She fumbled behind her for the elevator button for their floor, and the elevator doors shut again.

    "You're just going to treat my crew like that?" Drake asked, sounding only half-serious.

    Her eyes anchored in on his lips again. "They'll forgive me," she said before kissing him and pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans.

    "Mmm, fuck," he mumbled against her lips.

    The elevator let them out on their floor, and she still didn't let up. Her hands were still on him, still tugging at his clothes as they made their way to the hotel room. He had to dig around in his back pocket for his wallet, which is where he kept the hotel key card. Not the easiest task to do when your girlfriend's hands were exploring your abdomen underneath your shirt and flicking her tongue around the inside of your mouth.