Fuck my life. I said too much shit. I’m breathless, unstable, and raw. Everyone around me is dying—being hunted like animals—and all I’m worrying about is her and getting her away from it all.
And she’s standing here in front of me with this deep intensity about her, living, breathing and so fucking beautiful.
“That’s why I want you gone. It would kill me if anything ever happened to you.”
Chapter 11
Felony
Before his words can sink in, Corrado pulls me against him, kicking the door closed behind us. We fall into each other, tumbling across his apartment. His hands are cupping my head, thumbs on my cheeks, crushing his lips down on mine.
The shock of feeling his mouth on mine stuns me. His lips are hot and wet, encouraging—no, demanding me to open up for him.
I want to talk about the things he just said—but I don’t want this kiss to end. For a moment I think I hesitate, my lips are closed and his mouth is pressed against them and I hear his breathing. The heavy deep rasps of it. His thumbs lightly slide over my cheeks and something blossoms and mushroom-clouds up through my rib cage. An intense heat that spreads through my chest and across my skin, and suddenly my body is on fire.
I slip my hands over the smooth skin of his stomach up to his chest and groan against his mouth. My lips part—just a small opening and his tongue dips inside—and now he’s groaning and tilting my head back, deepening the kiss.
I swear the world around us spins wildly, and my body, my body—every inch of me lets go, falls into it, and I melt into him.
His hands drop from my face, instantly cupping my ass and lifting my bottom up until my legs wrap around his waist. He walks us backward, carrying me, until the back of his knees hit the couch and he falls back on it. I giggle into his kiss and he smiles against mine. I’m straddling his lap now on his couch, his hot silky skin under my palms, and all I want is to slip myself over him and ride him long and deep.
The kiss slows, it softens and then he’s sucking on my lower lip, tugging it lightly before letting it go and leaning his head back.
His eyes dart slowly back and forth between mine. “Are we really doing this?” His voice is labored, raspy.
I can feel how hard he is underneath me. I can see the jutting outline of him straining against his jeans.Yes, we should do this. I need that big thick cock deep inside me. “Yes, God yes, I want to,” I say breathlessly.
“Tell me your real name.”
“Mallor—”
“Yeah, sweetheart, I watched that movie. You ain’t no Mallory Knox.”
“No?” I tease, offering a little grind with my hips, “You don’t think I got that in me?”
His hands clamp down on my hips, trying to stop my body from rocking against him. “No, no you don’t,” he whispers. “Not even a tiny drop.”
His fingers spread out and curl over my hips, grabbing two fistfuls of my ass and shifting me slightly over. Now his huge erection pushes right into the center of my open legs. I’m sitting on his cock, and the thought makes me crazy. Without our clothes I could tease him and slide up and down his shaft.
“Your name?”
“Judith.”
“Liar,” I say.
“Carol.”
“Try again,” he says, pressing his cock hard against me and sliding his hands slowly over my ass, my hips, my waist. Everywhere he touches I turn to fire.
“Maggie,” I whimper, rocking against him—the friction of our clothes sending the flames flickering low in my belly.
“Maggie what?” he asks. His palms trail over my breasts, his thumbs tracing light circles around each nipple.
“Maggie Greene.” My voice is barely a whisper.
He’s at the top button of my shirt now, undoing each one, painfully slow. “Liar,” he calls me again, when he reaches the last button and pushes the material up off my shoulders. “Tell me your name,” he repeats, as his fingertips graze over the lacy edge of my bra. I want him to take my bra off—I want his mouth on my nipples—his hands fisting in my hair.
“Michonne.”
