Page 56 of Catch You

“This isn’t necessary,” she shouts as I unlock the front door and head for the stairs. “Your neighbors will think you’re abducting me.”

“Let them.”

I run my hand up the back of her exposed thigh and enjoy the feeling of her shuddering in my hold.

When she crawled onto my lap earlier, it took all my restraint not to take her right there and then, where any fuckers could have walked by.

She deserves more than me. It’s one of the reasons I admitted what I did. I don’t want to put her off, but equally, I need her to know what she’s getting involved with. If she’s got images in her head of a white wedding, a picket fence and two point five kids, then she really needs to walk away.

I know the pain that comes with plans like that falling apart, and I refuse to put myself in that position again.

Alone is better.

No one can leave.

No one can betray you when you’re all alone.

I carry her up to my flat as if she weighs no more than a feather before finding my keys and letting us in.

The second we’re inside, I kick the door closed and drop her to her feet. She wobbles a little and takes a step back while all the blood rushes from her head.

“That really wasn’t necessary.” Her eyes hold mine, and I’m grateful she didn’t look around the place the second she opened them. I’m ashamed that I’ve been here all these weeks, yet I have no real home to show of it.

“I haven’t got much to offer, but would you like a drink?”

I take a step toward her, and she takes one back, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

“No.”

“No?” I step toward her again, and she takes another back until she bumps up against the island.

“No.”

“Well, I don’t have a TV, so that’s out. Is there anything else I can interest you in?”

Her eyes drop from mine in favour of my chest, and, in my need to get closer, I lift my arm behind me and drag my shirt up and over my head. Her eyes feast on me, getting darker and darker by the second.

She bites down on her bottom lip as I step right up to her. Her soft breasts brush against my chest, and my cock hardens for her.

“Corey,” she moans, reacting to the simple touch in the same way.

“What is it you want, Lo?”

“Y-You.”

“Fuck.”

Taking her cheeks in my palms, I tilt her head back and slam my lips to hers. They part immediately, her tongue coming out to dance with mine as if she’s as desperate for this as I am.

It’s been almost a week since I was inside her, and that’s too damn long. She’s been the only thing I’ve thought about since I met her; not having her again was never a question.

My hands drop to her arse so I can lift her onto the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist, lining us up perfectly, and we both moan into our kiss, desperate for more.

I push the fabric from her shoulders before wrapping my fingers around the bottom of her tank and pulling it up her body.

Our lips part, but only for a second. The moment the fabric is clear of her face, she’s reaching for me once again.

I kiss along her jaw and down her neck as I palm her still lace-covered breasts. She moans above me as I pinch her already pert nipples through the fabric.

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