Corrupt (Devil's Night 1)

“I want to feel you,” she pleaded, taking my face in her hands and kissing me again.

But I shook my head. “Not in a car.”

She pressed her chest into mine, speaking low against my lips, “I can’t wait. I don’t want to lose this moment. It doesn’t matter where it is.”

No, it didn’t. But this was where shit got complicated.

I was only home for the weekend, and then I’d be going back to school. If we had sex now, it would just make everything more stressful for her when it came time to be apart.

And even though I had no intention of keeping my hands off her, going that far wasn’t right. Not yet. She was too young.

“Come on,” she taunted, a small smile peeking out as she nibbled my lips.

I shook my head. “What am I going to do with you?” I asked.

She smirked. “I can’t wait to find out.”

I laughed quietly, taking her ass in my hands and leaving a trail of kisses down the side of her face to her lips.

“We need to go slow,” I told her.

“How slow?”

I pulled back, so she could see the seriousness in my eyes. “I won’t touch you until you’re eighteen.”

Her eyes rounded. “You can’t be serious! That’s more than a year away,” she pointed out. “And you’re touching me right now.”

I cocked my head, my fingers tightening around her ass. “You know what I mean.”

But she pulled me in, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against my lips. She looked as desperate as I felt.

“You’ve had sex with sixteen year old girls, Michael.”

“When I was sixteen,” I clarified. “And don’t compare yourself to them.” I took her face in my hands. “You’re different.”

Our lips met again and her fucking hands and body got possessive, rolling into me, feeling me, gripping me. She held my hips, pressing me between her warm legs, and I lost my breath, knowing how goddamn good it would feel inside of her.

“Christ,” I breathed out, pulling my mouth away. “Stop it.”

There was no way I was going to be able to stay off her for a year. She was almost seventeen. Maybe that was good enough?

“You won’t be able to stop yourself,” she whispered against my jaw, looking up at me with thoughtful eyes. “This is what we were built for, Michael. You and me.”

She left soft, slow kisses along my jaw and down my neck, and I felt my arms break out in chills.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight and looking down into her eyes. “We’ve got to keep this quiet, okay?” I told her. “Just for now. I don’t want my family to know.”

She looked at me, puzzled. “Why?”

“You’re still at home, and they watch you like a hawk, Rika,” I explained. “My father hates me. I’m away at school, and he’ll use my absence as an advantage to work you over if he knew I wanted you.” And then I threaded my fingers into her hair, holding her nose to nose. “And I do fucking want you.”

I played with her mouth, nibbling her lips.

“But he wants you for Trevor or some shit,” I continued. “If they don’t know about us, they won’t interfere. We need to wait until you graduate and you’re out from under them.”

She pulled away, looking pained as she pushed my hands down off her. “That’s a year and a half away,” she argued. “I’m not asking for a relationship, but I…” She paused, searching for words. “I don’t want to hide the way I feel, either.”

“I know.”