They were just a step in before Megan had him at the wall again, molding her frame against his and even lifted her thigh to add more to the friction. It was just like riding a bike, she told herself - even if she didn’t get on a bike too often. At the question, her brows knitted, only because she didn’t want to be thinking of anything but fucking Reed.
“Does it look like I fucking care?” she snorted, her mouth going to his neck, nipping the cartilage of his ear. “Just get your fucking clothes off already, will ya?” Megan didn’t care where his choice of setting was, even if it was in… the bathtub or some shit. Her hips continued to move against him, her lips sucking and licking making a red mark on his neck.