44. COLD LUST.

MIA’S POV. The bathroom door slammed shut behind us. I barely had a second to breathe before Ollie grabbed me, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss was hard and demanding, our mouths moulding together in a way that felt like we were trying to devour each other. He didn’t waste time. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me off the ground as my back slammed against the cold tile wall. The contrast of the icy surface against my heated skin sent a shiver through me, but I barely registered it because his mouth was everywhere, on my lips, my jaw, my neck. “Ollie,” I gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t stop. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me up as his body pressed flush against mine. I could feel him, his cock, hard and straining through his trousers, grinding against me as we kissed like we were starving for each other. Then, his hands dropped to the hem of my shirt, and with one sharp tug, he ripped it clean off, the fabric giving way like it was nothing. His lip