Page 18 of Doughn't Let Me Go

I chuckle at her repeating my words back to me.

“I’m not sorry,” I tell her.

She peers up at me. “Did last night really happen?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

“Can you pinch me?”

I do.

“Ow! I didn’t mean pinch my ass!”

“Sorry.” I trail my fingers back up her side and pinch her already hard nipple between my fingers. “Better?”

She makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a groan. “That was rude.”

I laugh. “It didn’tsoundlike you thought it was rude.”

“It’s not my fault my body doesn’t know the difference.”

“Our bodies are traitorous, fickle creatures.”

“Tell me about it. All I wanted last night was some pizza.”

“And all you got was apizzathis ass?”

Her face scrunches up. “I can’t believe you just said that. I can’t believe I slept with a person who would eventhinkthat.”

Laughing, I roll until she’s tucked beneath me, her thighs automatically spreading so I can fit between them.

“You liked sleeping with me and youdoughn’tregret it even though I just said somethingcheesy.”

“Did you just use not one, buttwopizza puns in that sentence?”

“Guilty.”

“I’m so ashamed of myself right now.”

“Too ashamed for a round four?” I roll my hips into her and she gasps.

“Porter…”

“That sounds like a no.”

I lean down to press a kiss to her lips, but she turns her head away, my mouth skimming against her porcelain cheek, which is stained with just a hint of red from resting against my chest all night.

Right. No kissing.

“I changed my mind about the kisses,” she says as I push open the front door of the house I’ve lived in for less than two weeks.

As we climb the front steps, I warn her it is a bit chaotic in here, and she laughs, waving me off.

Looking around at the stacks of boxes, I’m suddenly glad I’ve been too busy to unpack. It means there are no pieces of Kyrie spread about, which means I don’t have to explain that I’m a single father.

It’s a conversation I hate having with people. They pry too much, and I hate the sympathetic looks I get.

I look back at her. “Why’s that, Dory?” I grin playfully. “Too scared you’re going to fall for me?”

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