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“Messy.” I smiled at her, reaching for her hand. “And wearing my shirt.”

Fingers threaded into mine. “Me too.” Her tender gaze met mine as we quietly trudged up to her front door. Turning the knob, she pulled it open, and silence met my ears. How strange to not hear the faint drum of conversation, or shouting from two young boys who were most likely occupied by Ford at the moment. It shocked me a little that I’d expected it upon entering, despite the fact that I’d only been here a few times.

Following her up the stairs, I carefully avoided the step that creaked. I stepped over a wayward sock missing its companion, and around two plastic swords. A homemade PVC pipe marshmallow gun was pulled apart into two pieces in another corner, and a few tractors were tipped on their side halfway down the hallway.

“Stay,” Kat whispered, pulling my attention away from the evidence of two younger brothers.

“What?” I asked.

She paused in front of her bedroom door. “Nobody is home right now. So let’s watch a movie or something.”

“Like an actual date date?” I raised a brow, feeling that too often occurring smile tugging at my lips again.

She nodded, grinning. “I’ll make some popcorn, after taking my pill obviously, and then we can snuggle on my bed and watch something on my laptop.”

“I’d like that,” I said and then pulled her toward me. Glancing down at her eyes, I quickly pressed my lips against her forehead. “I’ll text Ford to have him distract your parents while you tell Emma to sneak out. Then have her message them or something a little later saying she took you home because you weren’t feeling well.”

Closing her eyes, she snorted. “You came up with that excuse mighty fast, Bottle Cap.”

“Any reason to spend some alone time with my girl, I’ll think of something without hesitation.”

“Even for just a movie?” she asked. Her eyelashes fluttered open, and that piercing ocean gaze met mine again.

“Yes. Even for just a movie. I will never deny the fact I really like having sex with you, but I don’t have to have it to enjoy your company,” I explained.

She grinned again and turned around.

And, despite her saying only a movie and cuddling, an hour later she was riding me of her own choice.

I hadn’t asked. Hadn’t pressured her. Hadn’t even touched her in any sexual way. I’d simply snuggled her. But I also hadn’t protested when she’d stripped off her clothes and unbuckled my pants.

I dug my fingers into her hips, consumed by all that was her.

Chapter 28

KAT

The sun bled in through the crack of my curtains. Through slitted lids, I tipped my head back, panting. Heat roared through me, a pulsing ache building steadily between my thighs by wanted pressure.

With my heart racing, I mindlessly raised one leg and spread them apart even wider. Making room for each sweep, each encroaching rush of arousal with an unintentional rock of my hips.

I could get used to waking up like this. Scrunching my pillow with one hand, I slipped my other beneath the sheets draped around my waist. My body screamed with desire. Goosebumps raised along my skin, not from a chill but from the edging creeping within my veins.

Silencing the moan so my family didn’t hear, I closed my eyes. Closer and closer, every pulse that rippled from my center floated me higher and higher.

Almost painful. Almost excruciating. But entirely wanted. Needed.

Iknew what was coming. The rush of release was right there. My legs quivered, each panting breath quickening. Right on the edge.

“Kat, you have a visitor at the—”

My eyes flew open as my bedroom door did. Snapping my gaze toward the threshold, every muscle in my body stiffened.

There my mother stood, her eyes locked onto me. Interrupting a very private moment.

“Kat, are you—” My mom remained as still and frozen as I did.

I could’ve sworn I locked the door…

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