Page 11 of Adore Her

Is this why she hasn’t been able to look at me all evening? I toss the pillow onto the couch and shake my head. “I had to. I couldn’t keep something like this from him.”

“It didn’t occur to you thatImight want to have some say in how he found out?”

Well, shit.

“Sorry. You’re right, Cora. I should’ve talked to you about it first.”

“You’re damn right you should have.” She crosses her arms across her chest. “That was not a very happy conversation Jude and I had before dinner, you know. He isreallynot into the idea of you and me getting involved. He thinks it’s a bad idea all around. And I hate when my brother tries to tell me what to do, but…I don’t know. Maybe he’s right.”

“He’s not. Look, I respect the guy, I love the guy, but when it comes to this, he’s wrong. Dead wrong. Cora, this—” I say, gesturing between us, “this is real. This is meant to be.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Every time I’m near you, I feel like I’m home.”

She doesn’t respond. Just chews on her lip and looks at me. I reach out for her hand and pull her closer to me.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Cora. The little bit of time we’ve gotten to spend together, and the little bit you’ve told me about yourself—it’s not nearly enough. I want to know everything about you. And I want to be with you. I want to give you the world.”

“I…” She draws in a breath. “What about our age difference? You know I’m only twenty-four, right? A ten-year age gap isn’t exactly insignificant.”

“It’s a twelve-year gap. I’m thirty-six.”

“Oh. I just assumed you were the same age as my brother.” She looks down at her hand—the one I’m still holding. “Right. So, twelve years.”

“They’re just years,” I say. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“It has the potential to mean something.”

“How? Because there’s a stigma about it? I don’t give a flying fuck about what other people think.”

“Yeah. There’s that. But other stuff, too. Like…maybe it means I’m too inexperienced in life compared to where you’re at. Maybe I won’t be enough for you.”

I can’t shake my head hard enough. “You’re more than enough, beautiful.”

Her face is suddenly full of emotion. “Thank you for saying that.”

I pull her onto my lap, straddling her legs on either side of me.

“Sure I’m not too heavy for you?” she asks quietly.

“Are you kidding?” I say, cupping her face. “You’re just right. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

She moves her lips to mine. The kiss she gives me is sweet. Grateful. Pure.

But the longer it lasts, the less pure it becomes. Our tongues find each other. Our breathing deepens. I’m on fire everywhere our bodies are touching.

“Baby,” I groan.

I can feel the heat of her pussy through the jeans she’s got on. My hard-on strains violently against the clothing in our way. I push her hips down and grind her against me, an act that draws a gasp from her mouth.

I need to bury my cock inside her. Need to fuck her into ecstasy. Need to fill her with my seed.

Cora’s kisses are more needful now, too. She’s aching for me as much as I’m aching for her. I steer a hand up her thigh, finding my way to the waistband of her jeans. The button there pops open easily beneath my fingers, and the zipper gives no resistance.

Underneath her jeans, she’s got on light pink cotton panties with hearts all over them.

“Cute,” I mutter, and thrust my hand down into her panties. Cora gasps as my fingers find her clit. It’s swollen and slick, a tasty little prize that I can’t wait to devour later.

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