Page 24 of Torn In Two

She pressed “play” on the movie, but I didn’t watch it.

All I wanted to watch was her.

She ate the food I’d prepared. She giggled at the love interests on the screen.

I leaned over and touched my mouth to hers before I could even think about what I was doing.

She jerked away sharply, and my heart stopped.

“Fuck.” I dropped my arm. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that…”

But her expression wasn’t what I expected. She seemed surprised, but her lips were gently parted, and her gaze roamed my face, lingering on my lips like she wanted me to do it again.

So I did. I leaned in, slower this time, giving her every chance to stop me.

When she didn’t, I pressed my lips to hers.

She wriggled onto her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back.

My chest tightened so much I could barely breathe for wanting her.

I kissed her slow, lips brushing over hers gently before taking the kiss deeper, opening my mouth and encouraging her to do the same.

She whimpered in my arms as our tongues met and I held her tight, fucking loving the way her full tits crushed to my chest. I ran my hands up and down her back, the knitted fabric of her long-sleeved top fuzzy beneath my fingers.

I ached to feel her skin, the heat radiating from beneath her clothes so damn tempting, but I refused to rush her.

We kissed, exploring each other, my fingers greedily wandering over the curve of her hips and her ass. Her long skirt did nothing to hide the body she had beneath, and every touch of her increased the desperate need growing inside me.

“Kara,” I whispered on her mouth before I could lose myself in the feel of her. “We should stop.”

She shook her head, her lips still touching mine. “Don’t.”

I groaned again, pushing her back so she was laid out on the couch beneath me. I held my weight off her, balancing it on my hands and knees, all while joining our lips again because I couldn’t get enough.

There were shouts in the hallway, and I tensed at the thought of someone out there. Though I lived on the ground floor, so there was always someone out there.

I’d never cared before. But now it was all I could think of.

“Hayden,” she whispered.

I dragged my gaze back to her and wondered why I’d ever left it. The pink in her cheeks was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen, and I buried my face in her neck, kissing and licking the soft skin there until she moaned.

She twisted her fingers into my shirt and dragged me down on top of her, her legs spread, one off the couch so I could fit between her thighs.

I’d expected her to be meek in bed. Inexperienced. I hadn’t expected her to raise her hips, seeking contact with the ridge of my erection.

I ground it against her, our clothes in the way but the feeling of her soft core at my cock addictive. I wanted to strip her naked. Bury my face between her legs. Lick her until she came and then do it all over again until she’d had so many orgasms she couldn’t see straight.

I kissed her instead, hungry for the taste of her, craving the feel of her hands in my hair, and her hips raising to meet mine.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered over her lips. “You just got out of the hospital.”

She stared up at me and shook her head slightly. “It hurts more when you stop.”

I never wanted that. I grazed my hand along the outside of her thigh, daring to gather her skirt up with me as I went until it was rucked up around her waist and her simple cotton panties were on display. I groaned, loving the sight of the wet spot our make-out session had created. I wanted to have her soaked right through the cotton covering before I took it any further.

Wanted her so wet I knew exactly how much she liked what I was doing to her.

---