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I saw him bending down from the corner of my eye, my bright red scarf held in his hands as he brushed it off with his large hand. He gave me an unreadable smile, stepping forward, and I nearly took a step back before I remembered myself.
I held my ground, staring at him firmly to make my stance on this clear. He took a step forward, leaning down. He was so close I could feel his hot breath brush against my cheeks as he gently wrapped my scarf around my neck once more.
He leaned back, shoving his hands into his pockets as he gave me a smoldering look.
“If that’s what you want.”
Despite how red my cheeks were, Elio didn’t call me out on it.
We returned to the parking lot, and he held the car door open for me again, and we drove back quietly while I tried to force the blush off my face.
When we got back to my house, Elio walked me up to the porch. It was a bit nostalgic, with how many times he’d walked me home when I was in high school.
I paused at the front door, unsure of what to do from there.
“Uh, goodnight,” I said awkwardly.
“Thanks for accompanying me on our date,” he said with a grin.
“Not a date!” I protested immediately, crossing my arms over my chest.
He just chuckled, and there was a moment of something that flashed in his eyes.
I sobered quickly, my breath catching in my throat as he took a step forward and gently brushed his hand over my cheek.
My heart pounded in my chest, my whole body heating up. There was a flash of thought in my head. Stop him. Turn away. The warning signs flashed, but his eyes smoldering with heat overpowered my senses.
His hot lips landed on my cheek, and I felt his breath against my skin as he lingered there for half a moment.
My eyes glazed over, and my hand gripped onto his shirt without me realizing it and everything was a blur.
The next thing I knew, our lips were connected in a fiery passion as he pulled me away from the door and back toward his car. His strong body and passionate lips enticed me to follow, my common sense flying out the window and before I knew it, I was sitting in his lap in the driver’s seat, his arms around my waist and the back of my head as his tongue devoured every inch of me.
Dammit.
I’d fallen for it again.
*Caterina*
Hot.
That was my only thought as his large hands roamed across my bare skin. My jacket had long been discarded on the seat next to us as he peeled up my dress, his palm flat against my ribs and the other creeping up my back.
I could feel a hard pressure between my legs splayed out as I sat on his lap, neither of us making the move to pull away despite knowing how much of a bad idea this was.
His tongue dipped into my mouth, forceful and passionate and dominating as he held the back of my head, my hair held firmly in his fist so I couldn’t pull away.
I doubted I would have even if I could.
I moaned as he pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth, barely breaking away for a heated gasp of breath before he came back once more, devouring me like a hungry beast. He was good, too… good at this, and it didn’t take much before I’d lost my mind in a daze, anchoring to him as the only buoy in an endless sea of pleasure.
He thrust up suddenly, pressing himself into me and I gasped, shocks running down my whole body as I instinctively ground down with my hips.
“Fuck,” I heard him pant out between kisses, going back for more in the next second as his tongue traced mine like he was savoring the taste of me like I was a delicacy he couldn’t get enough of.
“Elio.” I breathed his name like he was a god I was praying to, and that seemed to tear him out of the trance we were in.
He finally broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he stared at me, swollen lips parted as he breathed out like a marathon runner.
I wasn’t in any better shape, my overly heated skin feeling like a furnace now. In this brief moment of clarity, I caught sight of a red mark on Elio’s bottom lip, having been bitten somewhere between the front door and the car, though I didn’t remember doing so.
Pure instinct led me I reach out with my shaky hands, curling my fingers around his jaw as I gently touched the mark, fascinated with the way his plush lips folded under the slightest pressure. It was warm and wet from our kisses.
Before I could convince myself out of it, I leaned forward, pressing a kiss directly on the mark as gently as I could like I could heal it with my lips if I was just gentle enough. It was stupid—childish even—but I heard the catch of Elio’s throat, and the way his hands tightened around my skin, and he let out a little growl in response, clearly holding something back though I didn’t know what.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered, even his soft voice sounding too loud in the quiet of the car between us.
I blinked dazedly, my head still fuzzy from a lack of oxygen and drunk on his taste as he pressed his head into the crevice between my shoulder and neck.
I felt his lips press against the skin there, too warm as he gently took it in with his teeth, nibbling, and for a moment, I wondered if he was perhaps going to eat me, to devour me until there was nothing but my bones left.
What a bad idea, I thought deliriously, not even considering the thought of pulling away or telling him to stop. Whatever trance we were in, it had a hard grip on the two of us.
“Cat,” Elio groaned, thrusting up into me.
I arched my back, savoring the jolts of pleasure that shot up my spine. I hummed in response, too utterly spellbound to do much else than cling to him and let him do whatever he wanted with me.
“Come home with me.”
Until the spell was broken.
As if I’d been dropped from the heat of a desert into a freezing pool of ice, the shock had me pushing away until my back slammed against the wheel. I winced, knowing there would be bruises later, but the pain helped me to wake up from whatever dream I had been in.
What the hell had I been doing?
Eyes wide, I glanced at the scene around us. It was undeniable, especially from an outside perspective. Elio and I making out in the car, me on his lap as we moaned and groaned like horny teenagers.
I could still feel the pressure between my legs, and I turned a deep red, embarrassment and shame hitting me all at once. For a moment, I was at a complete loss on what to do. I simply frozen in place as Elio finally noticed something was wrong.
“Cat?” he asked with a frown.
I spotted the mark at the corner of his lip, a reminder of this little escapade that was undoubtedly real and not the dream I wished it was.
How did this fucking happen? Where did it go wrong?
I traced my steps. Elio took me home and kissed me on the cheek, and instead of pulling away, I got swept up by my emotions. I let him take me back to his car, and I let him slide me over onto his lap. His hands were under my goddamn dress.
And that was the moment it all went wrong.
I shouldn’t have even come out on this so-called date, I thought. I’d been fooling myself thinking I could maintain distance… thinking I had deterred him from our previous kiss. It wouldn’t happen again, that was what I had said, right?
Fucking hypocrite, I scolded myself.
“Cat, are you okay?”