Page 113 of Fame & Chaos

And she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

That’s the worst part.

She keeps grinding against me while her fingers tighten painfully in my hair, and the sensation nearly drives me insane. I bite down gently on her bottom lip, and she moans into my mouth, the sound shooting straight through me like a fucking electric shock.

That noise breaks something inside me.

My hands slide down to her ass, and I pull her off my lap with me, laying her back onto the couch while I settle over the top of her. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist and drags me down harder against her.

Jesus Christ.

I grind into her instinctively, and she gasps beneath me. When she breaks the kiss for air, I move to her jaw and neck instead, sucking and biting softly while her fingers drag through my hair. My cock aches so badly it’s becoming painful.

If I don’t get some kind of release tonight, I might genuinely fucking die.

The way she’s kissing me, touching me, grinding against me… there’s no way she doesn’t want this too.

I move back to her mouth and kiss her deeply again while rolling my hips against her once more. She moans softly before her hands slide down from my hair to my chest.

Then she pushes gently.

I stop instantly.

Pulling back, I stare down at her while we both struggle for air.

Her eyes are bright and shining, almost happy, which only confuses me more when she pushes at me again.

I sit back onto my knees while we both pant heavily from the insane make-out session we just had, and silence stretches between us. I’m trying desperately not to drag her back underneath me and kiss her until we both forget our names.

But she wanted me to stop.

And if we hadn’t stopped then, I don’t think I could have.

“Sorry,” I whisper roughly. “Too much?”

Instead of answering, she stands from the couch and turns toward the front door.

My stomach immediately drops.

She wants me to leave.

“Right.” I stand awkwardly. “Sorry.”

I start moving toward the door when she suddenly grabs my hand.

Looking over my shoulder, I find her smirking at me.

“After kissing you like that, I can’t continue this out here.”

I nod quickly while adjusting my painfully hard cock through my jeans. “Okay, sorry. I know I pushed too far. I’ll go if you want me to—”

“Caleb.” She rolls her eyes. “Shut up and let me finish.”

Still holding my hand, she starts pulling me through the kitchen toward the hallway. “I can’t continue this out here,” she says softly while glancing back at me over her shoulder.

My pulse spikes violently.

“I want to continue it in my bedroom.”