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“Believe me, ever since I met you, I’ve been trying. You make me want to be a better man,” I respond. “For you. For myself. For us.”
Only Carissa has this ability to leave me weak in my knees. I can no longer deny that I might be falling for her.
Carissa’s face, which had previously held a playful countenance, softens as if a wave of vulnerability has washed over her.
Her eyes, previously guarded, now sparkle with a mixture of desire and anticipation.
As we inch closer, the world around us seems to blur.
In one swift move, our lips meet in an electrifying dance, a culmination of the emotions that have been building between us for too long.
As the kiss deepens, it ignites a fiery longing, an unquenchable desire that has smoldered beneath the surface.
I rip off her shirt in one attempt, sending her buttons flying across the kitchen space. My hands reach for and cup her tits,forcing them out of the black padded bra that once held them in place.
Carissa moans softly into my mouth, reaching for my fly.
I help her undo my pants, and they fall down my legs, revealing my erection.
We struggle a bit to get Carissa out of her pants but when that’s finally done, I lift her up and place her on the kitchen island.
“Just fuck me,” she says, her eyes confirming her desire.
Without being told a second time, I enter her.
She lets out a gasp as our eyes lock and stay that way.
With every thrust, Carissa’s eyelids flicker, and her moans grow louder. Her pussy gets warmer and wetter as I struggle to control myself.
“Fuck,” I groan loudly, ramming into her harder and faster now.
She holds on to me, a teardrop escaping the side of her eyes.
“Are you alright?” I ask, wiping her eyes lightly with my thumb as I slow down.
“Please, don't stop,” she whispers.
I lean closer until our lips are intertwined and continue with hard, long strokes while she mumbles sweet nothings into my mouth.
I can feel myself growing larger inside her as I lose control.
I let out another groan as I empty myself into her.
Chapter twenty-three
CARISSA
Istretch, feeling the crisp, high-thread-count sheets beneath me, a gentle reminder that I did not sleep in my bed last night.
My surroundings are bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. As I gaze around the room, my initial sense of disorientation gives way to the memories of the night before.
I had arrived at Jayden’s house with the sole intent to work from his home, but the entire day had taken an unexpected turn, morphing into a night of shared confidence and heated sex.
Right now, the chemistry is undeniable.
Jayden, who has always appeared so strict and without a care in the world, has revealed himself in the most vulnerable light, sharing stories and insecurities about his parents’ love life.
For a moment, I feel bad for judging him from the onset, not knowing he had a trauma he battles with. And now, he says he wants to be a better man. For us.
