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When he didn’t continue, I rubbed my nose against his skin. He shivered, tensed, and then relaxed.
“When I was little, she’d babysit me a lot while my parents went to work. She had this huge-ass cat. And it was just a fucking cat. People love cats. But this fucker was mean. It would chase me around her house and hiss at me. I’d leave with scratches all the time and whenever I’d tell my grandmother about it, she’d tell me I’d probably done something to upset her poor baby.”
Daniel shifted in my grasp, his deep brown eyes meeting mine. There was a moment where something crackled and sparked between us. It shifted. He was opening up and letting me into a part of his life, even though he’d made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with me most of the time.
Before I could stop myself, and without second guessing it, my lips landed against his. My eyes closed as Daniel let out a soft gasp, but he didn’t pull away. His fingers tightened their hold on my sleeves as he pressed back into me.
Daniel Morgan was kissing me back. And it wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t in a moment of panic. I made the conscious decision to kiss Daniel Morgan because I felt like we were finally connecting.
When I broke the contact, he whined, chasing my lips with his, pressing them together, and swiping his tongue, asking for entrance. While it now seemed fast, I wasn’t about to deny him. My hold on him loosened, and Daniel turned in my lap, thighs landing on either side of my hips as we continued to make out on the couch.
His hands framed my face as he explored my mouth, and I took the opportunity to soak in everything that was him. I took a deep breath of Daniel’s unique smell. That and his taste were quickly becoming familiar and something I could get addicted to.
And then he rocked, causing me to break our kiss in a hiss.
A playful smile graced Daniel’s lips as he rested his forehead against mine. “I like this. Is that weird?”
My hands found his hips, holding him in place. My eyes closed again as I thought about my answer. Why the hell would he think it was weird to like kissing someone, and who the hell had made him feel that way?
Chapter 15
Daniel
The longer that Shawn stayed silent, the more anxious I became. The feeling that I should get off him, walk away, and lock myself in my room was becoming more and more overwhelming. Why the hell had I said that? We hated each other on the best of days, but here I was telling him about Reggie, my grandma’s stupid cat, and telling him about how much I liked the feel of his mouth against mine.
That, and he was hard again.
The ridge of his dick against my ass had my blood heating. It was the only thing keeping me glued to my spot. I wanted to soak in the feeling, to experience it while I could. He wasn’t shoving me away. That had to mean something.
Instead of him answering me, though, I was on my back, shoved into the cushions of the couch as Shawn’s tongue sought entry into my mouth once more.
Fuck. Yes.
This was exactly what I needed. I needed to feel a hard body, to forget that I’d had a humiliating morning between panic attacks about a phone call and seeing a damn kitten.
I gasped for air when Shawn trailed kisses and bites down my neck, his hands diving beneath the bottom edge of my hoodie. The muscles of my stomach jumped beneath his touch. When his teeth latched onto my throat and he sucked at the skin, a loud groan broke free from my chest. I was used to being the more dominant one in the bedroom, so to have someone take control over my body in such a way was a huge turn-on.
And fuck, was my dick on board with this. It was hard as steel, and when Shawn ground his hips against me, I nearly came right then and there. My eyes rolled back as my body took over, my hips rolling against his with each downward thrust.
The air was hot around us, and I struggled to pull in proper breaths as I clutched at Shawn’s back. Did this make me feel like a horny teenager? Fuck, yeah it did. I also didn’t care. It felt good. Too good. Why did it have to be him?
“You with me, babe?”
My eyes widened at the endearment, but I could only nod. Fuck, I was so close, and Shawn could call me whatever the hell wanted at this point, as long as it meant that I got to come.
One, two, three more pumps of his hard cock against mine, and it didn’t matter how many layers of clothes were between us. Hot cum soaked into my boxers as I stared at the ceiling in amazement.
I’d just made out with and dry-humped Shawn Stevens while stuck in his family cabin in the mountains.
“Are you going to keep hiding out in there for the rest of the night?”
I stuffed my head under the pillow and tried to pretend I wasn’t there. It didn’t work. Shawn knocked again. “Come on. I put the cat back in my room. I fed him and I found a bunch of old shredded paper in my dad’s office. It’s not perfect, but unless you have another idea for a litter box...”
I got up and threw open the door. “Like I have any idea what would make a good litter box.”
That was a mistake. A smug smirk stretched across Shawn’s face as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. “Got you to open the door, though.”
I rolled my eyes and slunk back into the room, collapsing on the edge of the bed. Of course, Shawn didn’t take it as a sign that I wanted to be left alone. He sat right next to me. When his fingers trailed down the side of my neck, I jumped at the contact. Goosebumps exploded down my arms.
