She's about to comment on the fact that he's ruined her underwear, but then his fingers are spreading her, inside her. Her breath catches, and she moans into his mouth. It's good--better than her own damn hand, and Mira wants more already. But she's willing to let him have his way for now.

Besides, she's starting to lose herself in how fucking amazing it feels. Mira breaks the kiss, her mouth seeking the side of his neck. She doesn't bother stilling her hips; she rocks them against his hand, wordlessly asking him to drive them in deeper. And against his neck, she breathes out his name, stuttering and whispered.