CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Cameron
The kiss starts like a crack in a dam—tight, controlled, inevitable—but the second she melts against me, restraint shatters. Weeks of holding back collapse in a rush of need, and suddenly I’m not kissing her carefully. I’m kissing her like I’ve been starving for this, because I have.
Her lips are soft but insistent, answering every stroke of my mouth with equal heat.
She tastes faintly of adrenaline and mint, and it goes straight to my head, making me dizzy with hunger.
I slide my hands up, framing her jaw, tilting her face so I can deepen the kiss.
She gasps as my tongue brushes hers, and the sound nearly undoes me.
“Reese,” I growl into her mouth, her name raw, scraped out of me.
Her fingers are in my hair, tugging, greedy.
She pulls me closer like she can’t get enough, and fuck if that doesn’t light me on fire.
I press her back against the warm metal of the bike, the leather seat catching at her jeans as I angle myself over her.
The position forces her legs apart just enough for me to step between, slotting my body against hers.
The valley below glitters with scattered lights, but I don’t see any of it. All I see is her—flushed, gasping, looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.
I break from her lips just long enough to drag my mouth along her jaw, down the curve of her throat. Her pulse thrums wild under my tongue. I can feel her shiver when I scrape my teeth lightly across that sensitive skin.
“God, you smell like temptation,” I mutter against her neck. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She arches into me, her chest brushing mine, and breathes, “Show me.”
The two words are gasoline.
I grab her hips, pulling her tighter against me, and grind just enough to make my point clear. The heat of her body against the hard line of my cock has me biting back a curse. She whimpers at the friction, and I swear my vision goes white for a second.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I say, though my voice is already ruined, wrecked with want.
Her hand slips under my jacket, fingers sliding over my shirt, mapping the shape of me. She drags her nails lightly across my chest, and the sting makes me hiss through my teeth. “Maybe I do.”
I slam my mouth back onto hers, devouring her. The kiss turns rougher, filthier—teeth clashing, tongues tangling. My hand fists in her hair, tugging her head back so I can take her deeper, harder. She moans into me, a sound that vibrates down my spine and straight into my cock.
I can’t stop touching her. My hands roam—over her back, her ribs, down the curve of her ass.
I palm her firmly, pulling her against me until there’s nothing but friction, heat, the sharp ache of wanting more.
She’s trembling, but it’s not fear—it’s anticipation.
I can feel it in the way she pushes back, meeting me with equal hunger.
I press her harder against the bike, letting her feel exactly how far gone I am. “This is me not being careful,” I rasp. “Still want it?”
Her answer is a desperate kiss, her tongue stroking mine like she’s trying to pull the air from my lungs. That’s all the permission I need.
I trail my mouth lower, back to her throat, down the line of her collarbone.
Her shirt is in my way, and I shove the fabric up, exposing warm skin.
I drag my lips across it, suck lightly until she gasps and clutches at my shoulders.
The sound has me biting down just enough to leave a mark, and her answering shudder makes my cock throb so hard it hurts.
“Cameron…” she breathes, half plea, half prayer.
I lift my head, catching her gaze. The moonlight paints her eyes dark, wide, full of want. Her lips are kiss-bruised, glistening, and I can’t resist claiming them again, softer this time, almost reverent. A contrast to the storm still boiling in my blood.
“You have no idea how many nights I’ve imagined this,” I whisper against her mouth. “How many times I’ve thought about what you’d sound like, taste like… feel like.”
Her hand slides lower, fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans, teasing, testing. I groan, bucking into her touch without meaning to. She smiles, wicked and breathless, and I know I’m completely fucked.
“Careful,” I warn, but it comes out hoarse, half-laugh, half-threat.
“Not tonight,” she whispers back.
I kiss her again, slower now, dragging it out.
Her lips part under mine, pliant and eager, and I savor the way she clings to me, the way her body presses close like she can’t stand any distance.
I let one hand cup her ass, lifting her slightly onto the edge of the bike seat so our hips align better.
The angle has her gasping, rocking against me, chasing friction.
I grind back, controlled but deliberate, until we’re moving together in a rhythm that’s nothing but promise. The night air is cool, the stars bright above, but we’re hot, sweat starting to bead at the nape of my neck, her skin damp where I press into her.
I could kiss her forever like this—slow, grinding, lost in her taste. But I know this is only the beginning.
When I finally pull back, we’re both panting, foreheads pressed together.
“Reese,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over her swollen bottom lip, “I can’t stop. I’ve held myself back for so long, but if this isn’t–.”
“Cameron,” she says, her voice wrecked and sure. “I want this. I want you.”
Something inside me snaps. The fragile leash I’ve been clinging to unravels, and all that’s left is heat and hunger and the desperate need to taste her.
I don’t give her a chance to second-guess.
My mouth crashes back onto hers, messy and consuming, my tongue plunging past her lips like I can drink the need straight out of her.
She answers with a moan that vibrates through my chest, nails raking down my back hard enough to sting.
I cage her against the bike, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip like I could anchor her there forever.
When I finally drag myself away from her mouth, we’re both panting. “Gonna ruin you,” I rasp, my forehead pressed to hers. “Been dreaming about it too damn long.”
“Then do it,” she breathes.
That’s all I need.
I drop to my knees on the rough gravel, pulling her with me until she’s perched on the edge of the bike seat, thighs parted.
The sight of her above me—hair messy from my hands, lips kiss-swollen, chest heaving—is enough to make my cock ache, but I’m greedy for more.
I want to bury myself in her until she can’t say my name without trembling.
Her jeans are in my way. I make quick work of the button and zipper, dragging them down over her hips with a growl.
She lifts, helping me strip them past her knees, and I leave them tangled around her ankles because I don’t have the patience to bother.
Her panties are damp, clinging to her in a way that makes my mouth water.
“Fuck,” I groan, pressing my face close, breathing her in. The sharp sweetness of her slick hits my tongue before I even touch her, and it nearly wrecks me.
“Cameron—” she gasps, already restless, hips shifting forward like she’s begging me not to tease.
“No one’s ever gonna eat you the way I will,” I promise, and then I press my mouth against the soaked cotton, licking her through the fabric just to hear her choke on a sound that’s halfway between a sob and a moan.
Her fingers bury in my hair, tugging hard, urging me closer. I give in, dragging her panties to the side and finally getting what I’ve been starving for. My tongue slides between her folds, hot and slick, and she nearly comes off the seat.
“God, you taste—” I can’t finish the thought because I’m already lapping at her again, greedy and unrestrained. I fuck her with my tongue, then swirl up to her clit, sucking lightly until she cries out.
She’s trembling, thighs tightening around my head, but I don’t stop. I eat like a man possessed, moaning against her, letting her grind against my mouth. Each sound she makes drives me harder, faster, until she’s gasping broken pieces of my name, rocking into me shamelessly.
When she finally shatters, it’s violent—her back arching, thighs clamping around me, voice breaking on a scream. I hold her there, sucking her through it, licking every drop until she’s shaking too hard to keep herself upright.
I ease back only when she pushes weakly at my hair, her voice trembling. “Cameron… please… too much.”
I kiss the inside of her thigh, slow, reverent, then push up to my feet. My chin is wet, my mouth slick with her taste, and she looks at me like I’ve just rewritten the laws of her universe.
“You’re incredible,” she whispers, still breathless.
“So are you,” I growl, dragging her back against me, letting her feel how hard I am. “But I’m not done.”
Her gaze flicks down, and a wicked smile curves her lips. “Then let me taste you.”
The words punch the air from my lungs. For a second, all I can do is stare at her, caught between restraint and pure, feral want. Then she’s sliding off the bike, sinking to her knees in front of me on the gravel without hesitation. The sight alone nearly makes me blow.
“Reese—” My voice is already frayed, warning and begging at once.
She just smirks up at me, fingers working open my jeans. “You let me have this,” she says softly. “You trust me too.”
That undoes me more than anything else. I nod, jaw tight, and let her pull me free. My cock springs out, hard and aching, the head already slick. Her eyes darken at the sight, lips parting like she’s been craving this as much as I have.
Then her mouth is on me.
I groan, head tipping back as she takes me deep, hot and wet and perfect.
Her tongue swirls around the head before sliding down the length, and I swear my knees nearly give.
Her hands anchor at my hips, steady and confident, and then she sets a rhythm—slow, deliberate, dragging every sound out of me until I’m cursing into the night air.