Miranda & Patch. Part 4

Then one hand reached up to grab his shirt and pull him towards her. Miranda was five foot seven, but Patch was over six feet. Her other hand left his arm and wrapped around the back of his neck pulling his face towards hers.

"No one orders me to do something I don't want to do." Miranda whispered.

Patch's brows raised in question, wondering if he had heard her right. Then her lips were on his kissing the hell out of him. His body came alive at the touch. He couldn't have stopped her if someone had a gun held to his head.

His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight against him. Then he was taking over the kissing letting his mouth devour hers. He had never felt such passion and feelings with another woman ever. It clouded his brain, and he could no longer think of why this was a bad idea.

"Fighting makes me horny, your room or mine?" She gasped.

"Yours, it's closer." He replied.

Patch had no idea what she was talking about, and at that time d