Otters

Chapter 12

"Shane," Jo breathed against my lips, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. She pulled away from me and trailed her fingers across my chest, biting her swollen lip. The dark red lipstick was smeared around her mouth.

I rested my forehead against hers, inhaling her scent. I gently trailed kisses along her cheek and down to her neck.

"Shouldn't we be rational about this?" Her breathing quickened as I planted my lips right above her collarbone. "I mean-"

"No," I interrupted, my lips vibrating on her skin.

"But-"

I pressed my lips to hers.

"Never mind," she exhaled, pulling me down to meet her lips. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, never breaking the kiss.

I pushed her against the wall and bit her lip. She let out a high pitched moan. I smiled and found her hand, intertwining our fingers. I pulled away for breath, and carried her up the stairs then into her room as she planted a trail of kisses on my neck.

I sat her on the bed and aggressively pulled her face towards mine as she leaned back on the bed. I slipped my hands under Jo's shirt and lifted it up. We pulled away for a millisecond as I lifted it over her head. Jo did the same to my shirt.

I held myself only centimeters above her, careful not to crush her. Her soft fingertips glided across my chest. I made my way down her neck until I reached her shoulder when I noticed purple ink.

"You have a tattoo?" I asked, totally changing the mood of what was about to happen. I mentally slapped myself.

Jo smiled as she ran her fingers through my thick hair. I could see my reflection in her glasses. "Yeah," she answered shyly.

I angled myself to see it better. "Does your mom know?"

"Hell no," she laughed.

I chuckled. "What is it?" I asked.

"It's a butterfly." Jo's cheeks blushed. "Butterflies seem so free and I'm jealous because I feel so locked up." She reconnected our lips, causing her back to arch.

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over so that she laid on top of me. I felt her dainty little hands find their way to my belt and I immediately tensed up. "Uh... Jo?" I felt awkward. She seems as though she's done this before. "I... um... I've never-"

Her eyes widened. "Don't tell me." She sat up, straddling me. "Mr. Shane Bad Boy is a virgin?" She raised her thin eyebrows.

I felt myself blushing. "I..." I couldn't think of anything to say.

Jo grinned and leaned over to kiss me. "How do you kiss like that and you're still a virgin?"

For once, Jo was the smooth one and I was left speechless.

Jo began to take off her glasses, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her. "No, don't," I said. She cocked her head to the side curiously. "I'll be more comfortable," I admitted.

Jo bit her lip and leaned over to kiss me. I pulled her down and rolled over. I bit her lip and she let a little squeak out, but tried to cover it up.

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The sunlight shone through the window directly at my eyes, waking me up. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows. The empty spot of wrinkled sheets surprised me. I had thought last night was a dream.

I noticed our clothes sprawled out across the floor. I grinned and plopped back down on the pillow and ran my fingers through my messy hair, remembering every curve of Jo's body. I licked my lips as I sat up and pulled my jeans back on then buckled my belt. I searched the room for my shirt, but to no avail.