Page 37 of Shame

I groan into her mouth when she deepens the kiss, firmly stroking her tongue against mine. There’s just something about kissing that I’ve always fucking loved, and she makes it ten times better. Not sure how that’s possible, but it is. My pants start getting tight around my crotch and I don’t even feel bad about it. If she’s pulling me in to kiss, and she wants to kiss me like this, she has to know what that’s gonna do to me, right? I’m not trying to fuck the girl, but damn, she’s definitely going to know I want to.

I move my hands from the counter to her hips and up her sides, then back down. I slowly make my way to her ass, waiting to see if she’ll stop me, and when she doesn’t, I lift her up and set her on the counter, making it much easier to touch and kiss her.

She’s warm between her legs, the heat traveling through my jeans straight to my cock, making me harder. I bet she’s tight as fuck. Bet no one’s made her come in a long fucking time. I want to do that. I want her to come all over my face and my cock. Maybe too fast for her, but I really want it. No, I fucking need it.

The microwave beeps, telling us the popcorn is done, and I expect her to stop, but she doesn’t. And that is so fucking hot.

I move from her lips to her neck, kissing and licking her skin. Cora wraps her legs around me, digging her heels in and moaning softly.

Her hands go to my back, pulling me into her, crushing my dick which feels good. I groan, nipping at her skin. She whimpers the most beautiful sounds. I want more of them. The microwave beeps again, reminding us there’s still food inside.

“You gonna get that?” I ask between kissing my way back to her mouth, hoping and praying the answer is no.

She mutters something that sounds like a no, her hands in my hair now, tugging.

I don’t think we should be doing this right here in her kitchen where her dad can walk out and see. If this were a different situation, I wouldn’t fucking care, but I don’t want to set himoff and her get upset about upsetting him. He isn’t a typical dad. This isn’t a typical situation. I have nothing against it, I just have to be thoughtful about what I do. I don’t want to make her life harder in any way. I want to take some of the load she’s carrying—make it lighter for her.

“Cora, baby,” I say, pulling away, but her hands are still tugging me close. “Maybe we should… you know. I don’t wanna wake up your dad.”

Her hands loosen on me and I pull back, both of us breathing hard. Her eyes are wild with need.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

I run my hands down her cheeks and lean in to kiss her again. This time leaving it as soft and chaste.

“Don’t be. Trust me, there is nothing to be sorry for.”

I smile and she smiles in return, her gaze going to the hall that leads to the bedrooms.

She sighs, closing her eyes.

“Ya know, if you can manage it, you could come to my house sometime,” I offer. “Not that I don’t mind coming here. I don’t. But ifyouwant a break, you can have one. My house is safe, and it’s yours whenever you need it.”

I grip her hips and help her to her feet. Her eyes stay on mine.

“I’d like that very much.”

She gets the popcorn from the microwave and dumps it into a bowl. I’m already imagining her in my bed, on my couch, in my shower… I’d take her all over. Never had a girl in my house before. Not since I was young and sneaking girls in any way, but that was all stupid stuff. Doesn’t count.

We make our way into the living room to sit on the couch, keeping the bowl on her lap. She presses play on the remote and grabs a handful of popcorn. I remember she asked me to tell her about myself and I haven’t done that yet, which is kind of an asshole thing. She doesn’t know anything about me and wants to.

“What do you want to know about me?” I ask, reaching for some popcorn. It’s not my favorite. Hate that it gets stuck in my teeth and shit, but it’s a snack and I like snacks.

She keeps her gaze on the television, but says, “I don’t know. Your life. What you do outside of the club. Your family.”

“You met my brother, the ball of sunshine he is. We’re ten and a half months apart, me being older. Both our parents died. Pops a while ago, and Ma when I was eleven.”

She nods carefully as she listens, grabbing more popcorn, and turning to face me, the movie forgotten. I like that she doesn’t jump down my throat to apologize for the loss of my parents. Don’t know what it is, but it annoys the fuck outta me when people go right to pity when someone dies. I get it’s a sad thing, but I have my own life too.

“I live alone in our old house. Snapper—well, Kolton, my brother, but don’t tell him I told you that.” I wink and she huffs out a small laugh. “He moved out right after Dad died. Got his own place. We get along well enough, but we’re not close by any means. Outside of the stuff I do for the club, I don’t do much.Don’t really have time either. Fishing on Sundays when I can, but lately seems I haven’t had time for anything.”

“You have time for me,” she says, smiling up at me.

I put my arm around her, kissing her head.

“I will always make time for you.”

“You’re unbelievably sweet,” she says.

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