Cora was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of feeling. That I knew. But still, every time she let me touch her, and kiss her, it hit me like a truck just how perfect she was.
My hands slipped beneath her oversized white button-up, skimming her lacy bra with one hand, manoeuvring her flush against me with the other. My mind spun out of control whenever we were this close, the feel of her skin on mine enough to quiet all the noise in my head, enough to make me want to burn everything I’d worked for to feel it for a second longer.
Her perfect lips crashed back down on my mouth before I could say anything, and at the same time, her hips rolled against me, sending dark embers shooting up my spine. I was practically burning beneath her, and as all the blood in my bodyrushed south, I was so happy I told her how I felt about her while I could still focus on speaking.
“Death of me,” I groaned in reminder, feeling her smile right against my mouth.
Her hips worked harder then, rolling in a lazy rhythm that had my head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut. The groan that tore from me bounced around the room, too loud, too telling—because a second later, her hand swapped in for her mouth, palm pressing firmly over my lips.
“Shhh.” She giggled, though her eyes warned me. “We are not about to be the new Rory and Finn, okay?”
My eyes darted between hers, asking the question for me.
She tilted her head, smile pulling tight. “They’re so loud we made a twenty-slide presentation about what’s going to happen if they don’t develop an ounce of social awareness while they fuck.”
My eyes widened, and I gave a muffled snort into her palm. She rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away. “It’s that bad?”
“Bad enough that the walls shake,” she said with a shrug. “But hey, credit where it’s due—at least they’re finally screwing. Took them long enough.”
A low chuckle rumbled out of me, lips curving into a smirk. “So, keep the groans to a minimum, got it—” The words melted as she started to rock again, as my hand slid down her side, gripping her hips. “Yeah, okay. If you keep doing that, then I won’t be in control of what my mouth does.”
Her smile turned sly, eyes glittering. “Then you’d better learn some control.”
I groaned again—louder this time—just to spite her, and her laugh stuttered into a gasp when I thrust up to meet her. My grip tightened, dragging her down harder against me, and her nails scraped lightly down my chest in retaliation.
“You’re impossible,” she breathed, though the way she rolled against me made her sound like a liar.
“Me?” My smirk deepened, grip tightening on her hips as I thrust up into her. “Look at you. You tell me to be quiet, and then you do that?”
Her laugh broke into a gasp, her head falling forward against mine. “I can’t help it.”
I groaned, dragging her down harder against me, savouring the sound she tried—and failed—to swallow. “Neither can I.”
Her lips brushed my ear, the whisper turning into a breathy moan. “We’re supposed to be quiet.”
“Supposed to,” I agreed, my voice rough as I rolled my hips again. “But fuck it.”
Her laugh melted into another helpless gasp, and the walls might as well have been paper-thin, but in that moment, neither of us cared. So little, in fact, that when she ran her hand over the strained crotch of my jeans, and I let a groan rip through the silence, she didn’t cover my mouth, I didn’t hold back, and neither of us felt the need to silence what was happening.
As her delicate fingers wandered to the buckle on my belt, my mouth found the swollen skin of her neck, claiming it again. I kissed harder when she undid me, her hands fiddling with the waistband of my underwear, as my lips caressed herjaw in a way that had her moaning like we were the only two people left on the planet.
The feeling that had consumed me in London washed over me again. Watching the girl who always had something to worry about finally let go and only focus on herself was one of my favourite things to watch. And because I was selfish, I let my hands wander to the buttons on her shirt, fingertips brushing her skin like flames dancing around a wick.
Undoing them, as she was undoing me.
Her head fell back as her hands rose to the base of my neck, hands sliding into my hair, tugging the lower mine got. I slipped off her shirt when the last button came off in my hand, revealing the black lace bra and matching panties she had lying under it.
All my melted brain could think to say was, “You suit black.”
Those knowing eyes held mine in a trance as she smirked. “I’m aware.”
As my hands slipped over the soft skin of her back, finding the bra clasp almost instantly, I moved my mouth to her neck. "Wicked thing."
The fabric containing her breasts was history then, as I broke away the clasp and selfishly watched it fall to the floorbaords.
My head shook, soft and aching as I traced the delicate lines of her body. "Wicked, wicked thing."
Her hand found my chin, gripping it lightly and forcing my eyes back to hers, that breathless look I wanted to paint masking her face. "Call me that one more time and this will be over pretty quickly." Her bottom lip sank between her teeth, as hereyes trailed fire over every part of my body they traced. "And I'm having the time of my life here."
