Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

I sat myself on the sofa, forcing down the chocolate on toast.

I watched as Grace walked past me, she was right in my eye line. My chewing slowed as my eyes followed her path, she had some awesome legs on her, not to mention her quirky, peachy butt.

I cocked my head to the side, raising my eyebrows, getting a better view.
Damn.

The more I look at her, the harder it becomes to tear away my vision, to keep myself...gentlemanly.

After trying to eat my breakfast, I gave up with it, I like toast, and, I love chocolate, but together?! No.

"Do we have a long drive today?!" She chirped, startling me.

"Oh! Umm, no, I'd say about 30 minutes tops!" I answered, standing up to put my plate back on the trolley.

I heard her let out a mischievous giggle.

"What now?!" I quizzed.

"Not to your taste Mike?" She smiled, motioning to the plate whilst sauntering up to me.

I smiled, "Umm n-no...sorry."

She came up very close, looking up at me with wild eyes, going up on tip toes to peck me on the lips.
"But you, on the other hand, are to my taste." I quickly regretted what I just said, what the hell is wrong with me?!

She looked amusingly shocked, "Oh. I would hope so..." she said with raised eyebrows. "And just thought I'd tell you that, I caught you checking my buttox out a few minutes ago."

Biting my lip with embarrassment, I clenched my eyes shut, I felt as her hands found mine, locking fingers with me, she brought my arms around the back of her body, straightening out my curled fingers and placing my palms on her butt, I gasped and opened my eyes abruptly, to see her mischievous face along with her lip bite looking up at me, "I knew you wanted it..." she hinted, I couldn't deny anything.
"I wanted it too..." she whispered, her breath tickling my jawline, what is with her today?! She seems so...so...sexually frustrated!