Cora lets out a little breath, like she was holding it and didn’t realize. “I remember telling you it was your problem, not mine.”
“Still feel the same?”
I push up so I’m sitting facing her, my legs still outstretched. The bed sheets smell like her perfume, it’s heady and intoxicating, and I don’t know how the hell I’ve kept my shit together this long. It’s not just that I want to get to know her, I want to feel her skin, touch my tongue to the corner of her mouth, taste her little gasps of breath.
“I’m thinking…” She nips at her lower lip. It’s a struggle not to groan but her tiny smile says I didn’t hide it that well. “You might not find me as interesting as you’re thinking.”
“Impossible. I’m already fascinated.”
We stare at each other, and it seems endless as everything around us vanishes. She’s like a magnet, pulling me into her orbit, and I’m god damn powerless to stop it.
“We should tidy up the leftovers,” she murmurs.
“Uh-huh,” I respond, shuffling a little closer. She’s still higher than me, her head tilted down so she can maintain eye contact.
“I mean my house is going to smell like pizza for hours.”
“This isn’t a house.” I move up and lean closer.
“It is for now.”
“Cora?”
“What?”
“I can think of something better we could do right now.”
She doesn’t stop me when I reach out a hand and cup her jaw, my fingers teasing her hair at the nape. Of course, she wouldn’t be the Cora I’m coming to know if she didn’t get the last word in.
“Adding music to your mixtape?”
“Sweet music.”
Before she can say anything else, I move close enough to press my lips against hers. They’re warm and firm at first, as though she is unsure. I pull back and am happily shocked when she surges toward me and puts one hand on my hip, the other on my shoulder.
Fuck yes.
She kisses like she does everything else. With attitude and I’m here for it. Especially when she pushes me back and rolls on top of me. I should have known she’d take the lead. I’d try to correct it but I’m too far gone. Our tongues tangle and I grip her hip, not wanting to go too far, too fast.
It’s been years since I’ve made out with someone like this. My dick is hard and desperate for more, and I’m sure she can feel it, given how she’s grinding against me. I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my whole damn life.
Cora lets out a little moan and slows her movements, she slips her tongue out of my mouth and lightly presses our lips together. Cupping my lower lip, she nibbles on it, and I fucking swear I’m gonna come in my pants.
It’s cold when she leans back, pressing her palms into the pillow on either side of my head. My eyes open slowly, and I stare at her. We’re both panting, and her hair is a mess from my hands. I can’t help thinking how good she will look when I really mess her up.
Cora slides further back and off my lap, eyeing the significant bulge in my jeans. It’s a hungry look, but she moves away further with a reluctant look on her face.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I ask her.
“That someone like you could be bad for me.”
“Someone like me?” I sit up. “You haven’t gotten to know me yet.”
Cora gives me a soft smile. “I don’t want to stereotype you.”
“So don’t.”
I roll off the bed and stand up, walking around to whereshe is sitting. She follows me with her eyes. Taking her hand, I help her up so she is standing right in front of me, not quite eye to eye, but she is taller than most women I’ve dated.
