Chapter 6: The Almost-Caught

The kitchen quickie from days earlier still burned under my skin like a brand I couldn’t stop touching. Every time I shifted in my seat during dinner, the faint ache between my legs reminded me of the cool granite against my breasts and the sharp sting of David’s palm on my ass. Katie chattered across the table as usual, waving her fork while she recounted some ridiculous story from her study group, completely blind to the way David’s gaze kept sliding to me. His eyes held a new edge tonight—darker, more possessive—each stolen look a silent promise that made my stomach tighten and my pulse skip.

The movie afterward was pure torture. We sat on the couch in the usual lineup, Katie between us under the shared blanket, but I barely registered the plot. David’s thigh pressed against mine once, deliberate and warm through his jeans, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from reacting. Katie yawned around ten, stretching like she always did before declaring herself done. “Early class tomorrow. Night, you two.” She hugged us both quick, then padded upstairs. Her bedroom door shut with that familiar soft click, and the house settled into its nighttime hush.

I waited in the living room for another minute, heart already racing, before slipping down to the guest room. Anticipation throbbed low and insistent between my thighs, a steady heat that had me wet before I even closed the door behind me. The blue walls felt smaller tonight, the cool cotton sheets already turned back in invitation. I changed quickly into a loose camisole and tiny sleep shorts, skin humming with nerves and need.

David joined me sooner than I expected. The door eased open and he stepped inside, locking it with a quiet click that sealed us in. No words at first—just his broad frame closing the distance in two strides, hands framing my face as he pulled me into a fierce kiss. His mouth was urgent, tongue sweeping in like he’d been starving for the taste of me. I melted against him, fingers twisting in the front of his gray t-shirt, the faint warmth of his skin and the clean scent of his soap flooding my senses.