Serenity

13 | Deep Trouble

Kara's POV

"I can't believe we just did that," I confessed, my cheeks flushing and eyes downcast. "Again."

"Neither can I," he admitted in a rough voice. His eyes, usually so carefully guarded, were now filled with a raw intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"We shouldn't have," I stated, my voice barely a breath.

He didn't reply, his eyes silently taking in my features—my flushed face, my hair mussed, my body sweaty and marked, my skin glistening with paint, and my pussy swollen and slick with his cum and my juices. I knew I looked well wrecked, and the sight made his dick twitch.

His thumb lingered on my lower lip, a gentle caress. I couldn't resist the urge to taste it, my tongue darting out to meet his touch—the soft, warm, wet tip brushing the pad of his thumb, eliciting a low groan from him.

Before I could do anything, his hand went to the back of my neck and crushed my lips against his.

I responded immediately, my lips parting and my tongue meeting his. Our mouths were pressed together, our teeth and tongues clashing as the kiss deepened. It was messy and urgent, and his fingers threaded into my hair, holding me to him as his tongue invaded my mouth, tasting me.

His hands moved to my ass, squeezing the round cheeks as I turned around to face him completely, and my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his closer.

We broke apart, our breathing ragged, and our hearts pounding. His eyes were wild and wide, and his pupils were dilated.

He rested his forehead against mine, his hands moving to cup my face, and our gazes locked.

"I think..." he started, his voice thick with emotion. "We're screwed."

"Why?" I asked, my brows furrowing.

"Because," he replied, finally admitting what he had been trying to deny for days now. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I can't stop."

"Oh," I breathed, unable to say anything else.

"Yeah," he agreed, his fingers tracing the contours of my face. "Oh."

His touch was gentle yet intense, and his gaze was unwavering, his touch making my skin tingle. It was like he was memorizing every detail, every line, every curve, every freckle.

He leaned forward and kissed me again, this time softer, more gently. His hands moved from my face, trailing down my arms. I melted into the kiss, and I could feel myself becoming wet and swollen again, my body responding instinctively.

"Uh," I mumbled, trying to put distance between us. "We should get going."

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes darkening as he pulled back. "I'll take you home."

I nodded, stepping back and grabbing my clothes.

The drive back to my apartment was filled with an awkward silence, the tension between us thick and heavy. Shane didn't say anything, and I didn't know what to say. The ride home was a blur, and my mind wondered to everything that happened and everything that was said.

Because now that I've had a taste of you, I can't stop.

I thought about the implications of what that meant, the words echoing in my mind, over and over again. And as much as I tried to deny it... I knew it was the same with me. I didn't know what it was about Shane Carver, but there was something that just made him so irresistible.

And, even though I knew it was wrong, and that it could only end in disaster, I wanted more.

It was a dangerous game, a fire that could consume us both, and it was stupid. But, fuck, it was also exhilarating.