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I didn’t want soft and gentle, not right now. I wanted the real him and every little bit of crazy and brooding he had swirling around inside.
Kissing Ham had my head spinning. I wanted to feel every little movement, every touch or brush of his body against mine, but my head suddenly felt like it was in a cloud, lost in the moment. His hand was tight against my throat but not enough to cut off my air, just enough to hold me in exactly the position he wanted me in.
My hips moved of their own accord grinding forward. Delight lit up my stomach when I connected with the front of his jeans and was well aware of the fact that he was just as turned on, if not more, than I was. His cock was hard and pressing tightly against his zipper.
Our lips battled against each other, neither of us able to breathe, but also not willing to break this contact it seemed like we’d both been aching for a long time now.
I slipped one arm from around his neck and drew it down over his chest. The feeling of his club patches underneath my fingers only reinforcing the fact that I was falling in love with a man that my mother may never approve of. Even despite her having been more accepting of my uncle and his brothers recently, I was falling for a man who had possibly done things that my brain just couldn’t fathom, but I knew wouldn’t matter to me anyway.
Just as my hand reached the waistband of his jeans, Ham suddenly pulled back, the both of us gasping for air.
My gut sunk.
Maybe he’d come to his senses.
What the hell would I do if he turned and walked away right now?
He withdrew his hand from my throat lifting it and brushing his knuckles across my burning cheek. “Doubt your mom would be pleased with me tarnishing her little girl in her foyer.” He smirked.
My brows pulled together. I was confused about what the hell he was talking about until I heard a car door shut in the garage just to the other side of the kitchen. “Oh shit,” I cursed, shuffling off the small side table which I was surprised had held my weight and hadn’t broken. Then just as I landed on my feet, the bowl on the top of the table slipped from where it had apparently been balancing half against the table and half against my back. A loud smash against the wooden floor had me squeezing my eyes shut tight like a vice. “Please tell me that didn’t just happen,” I pleaded, but the sound of his stifled laughter told me otherwise. Slowly opening my eyes, I took a deep breath refusing to look at the mess I knew was behind me.
“Meyah?” Mom called, causing my heart to skip. I turned, my mind trying somehow to figure out how to sneak Ham out without my mom flipping her fucking lid at me, but he’d already opened the door and was out on the porch.
Ham shook his head, a smug smirk on his face that I didn’t have the time to pull to pieces at that moment. “Have a good night,” he said simply before jogging down to his bike which I now realized was parked right at the curb. Something my mother wouldn’t have missed as she pulled in.
Fucking awesome.
