CHAPTER 7
Jinx versus Vic in charming Cam’s socks off.
WELL... I CLEARLY HADN’T thought this through.
“So, uh, how do you want to do this?” I asked nervously.
I had already seen Cam naked before, so what was my hangup?! Why was my stomach doing freaking somersaults making me feel like I was seconds away from hurling up the Chinese takeout we’d had for dinner?
After our lovely but somewhat awkward mini coffee date, Cam and I had grabbed food then made our way back home. We’d received countless odd and frankly disturbed looks from the people on the street as well as in the restaurant, but I hadn’t cared about their silent judgement. And neither had Cam.
And, after watching some TV and talking together for a bit, I had realized one teensy problem facing us with our current predicament.
Now, my bathroom wasn’t small, but it also wasn’t one of those obnoxiously large ones.
The shower was a simple tub with a charcoal fabric curtain.
The toilet sat next to it with the sink just beside it.
I could see the slight blush staining Cam’s cheeks in the mirror as he held onto his towel with his free hand. When Cam didn’t answer, I offered,
“It can wait. I’m not making any promises, but we can go into my spell room. See what I can do about getting these off ton-”
“No, it’s okay,” he interrupted, so I waited patiently for him to continue. “But how do we... Our shirts...”
He wriggled the cuffed wrist, silently pointing out that we had no way of divesting ourselves of our sweaters without cutting them off. That was a hard no for me even if I wanted him naked in the next five seconds.
“Well now, that’s something I can handle,” I told him. This spell didn’t require anything to power it so, with a snap of my fingers, both of our shirts found themselves discarded onto the bathroom tile at our feet.
He gave me a wide-eyed, slightly turned-on look and I had to fight to keep my eyes focused on his face and not his gloriously naked tattooed chest. The stitching which was basically already healed wasn’t even what drew my attention, it was his hard, dusky nipples and their silver hoops piercing straight through them.
But, fuck, they were just... right there.
However, given the situation, I would feel like I was taking advantage of him if we actually did anything.
My mouth quickly grew dry as paper, so I averted my gaze entirely to the wall.
Oh look, old-fashioned wallpaper, I thought distractedly. Then, fuck, why does the pattern look like a bunch of little dicks?
“I’ll uh, take your stitches out tomorrow,” I announced to focus my attention on something more appropriate than my tongue playing with those nipple piercings.
My plan to remain innocently distracted was seconds from going straight out the window given the way he was staring at my bare upper half.
In particular, the dark patch of hair from my navel that disappeared beneath my jeans.
I had the inkling that if I did instigate anything amorous, I was certain he wouldn’t mind.
His eyes had visibly darkened as he stared, and a very obvious bulge was beginning to tent the front of his pants.
“What spell was that?” he asked, voice low and husky.
The sound sent shivers racing down my spine, my own dick perking up in interest.
“Uh...” My mind was growing blank. What was the question again? Oh, right, the spell. “A handy one?” I croaked.
I tilted my head back to see his face fully and... Shit, when had he gotten so close? There were barely a couple inches separating us. I could feel the heat radiating from his body which was a good sign that the magic that brought him back to life was still doing its job.
He huffed a laugh, the corner of his lips quirking up in a smirk.
“It certainly is.”
The silence stretched taught between us, sexual tension drawing us closer and closer like magnets being pulled together until the light brush of fingertips over my hip bone snapped me back to attention.
I moved to take a step back, but Cam gripped my hip tight, tugging me close.
So close that our groins were pressing together, the eager hardness of his erection pushing insistently into my own.
This was escalating very quickly.
I couldn’t help but remember with vivid clarity the passionate kiss we’d shared just the other night. And how I very much wanted to do it again. Right now.
“Fuck,” I breathed out in a weak, breathy gasp.
My eyes fluttered closed as my body leaned into Cam’s touch, desperate for any bit of contact.
I vaguely heard the rattling of the cuff’s chain as Cam brought his other hand to trail up my neck and cup the side of my jaw.
The motion brought up my own hand which found its new home on Cam’s waist, the muscles hot and hard beneath my fingers.
But he wasn’t merely hot, he was burning.
Or maybe that was just me. The touch seemed to only incite him further, desire simmering just beneath the surface.
I could feel it, the tension building there, coiling in his muscles as he prepared to pounce.
Fuck it, yes, please pounce!
He was a hair trigger away from snapping, and I wasn’t much better off.
My cock was throbbing, aching almost painfully hard as it strained beneath the seam of my jeans.
Without thinking, my hips twitched forward, seeking him out and grinding myself against him.
A light gasp escaped my now parted lips as Cam released a deep, throaty groan.
“Vic, I want...”
This time, he ground his dick against mine, telling me without words his desires.
The force of it made me stumble backward slightly and Cam pursued, my eyes flying open in surprise.
Before I knew it, he had my back pressed to the wall, pinning me in place between its chilly surface and the blistering heat of his body.
The dueling sensations had me releasing a shuddering, overwhelmed breath.
I was left to gaze helplessly up at him, his face hovering just above mine.
I could feel his heavy breaths puffing out to fan across my mouth and cheeks.
My tongue darted out to wet my dry lips and Cam’s lust-filled eyes snagged on the motion.
Then they lingered there, on my mouth. My lips tingled beneath the weight of his gaze as if his eyes were grazing them with the lightest, sweetest, teasing touch.
“What do you want?” I asked, barely above a whisper. My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears, thick with this consuming need bubbling inside me.
I could honestly say that I had never been so attracted to someone in all my life. Not one of my past flings or exes could compare to the things Cam was making me feel. And we were still mostly clothed, hardly touching each other. Simply breathing the same air.
He made my heart race.
He made my blood sing.
He made me unafraid to desire a future with someone. A wish I hadn’t allowed myself to truly believe was possible until now.
He leaned down to nuzzle the side of my neck.
Electricity bolted through my body and my head lilted to the side in instant reaction and immediate invitation.
I heard him inhale deeply, taking the scent of me into his lungs.
His body shuddered hard, as if just inhaling me was enough to get him off.
And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I had ever experienced.
Warm, wet lips grazed the sensitive skin beneath my ear before his tongue darted out to languidly lick a long, searing stripe up the column of my neck.
The cool air of the bathroom hitting my spit-slick skin was shockingly cold.
“You,” he growled.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered. Actually whimpered, like the needly, desperate little thing I knew I was.
Our bodies were the kindling.
The sound that escaped my lips was the gasoline.
And Cam’s eager hum of approval was the match.
Then his lips found mine. His mouth pressed a burning kiss against my own. It wasn’t soft or restrained like our first sweet kiss filled with shy hesitance. This was direct, forceful, and even a little brutal. It was starving and needy and everything that I needed from him, from Cam.
I swore I had never been kissed like this. And gods above, if a kiss could make me fall in love...
My lips parted and Cam’s pierced tongue instantly swept into my mouth to tangle with my own.
He tasted so sweet and heady and so uniquely him that it made my knees buckle.
But Cam seemed ready for it, and his grip held me steady.
I clung to him to keep me afloat as I lost myself to the soul-crushing, earth-shattering kiss.
I surrendered to him completely, body going pliant in a silent request for him to do with me as he desired.
The intensity of it sent my glasses askew and Cam didn’t even pull back from the kiss to gently remove them and set them on the sink.
And when he sucked my tongue directly into his mouth, an extremely undignified noise squeaked out of my throat. He released it with a pop, a clear line of spit connecting our now parted lips.
The grin he gave me was devious, filled with sinful promise and a little filthy.
His full lips were red and glistening from the kiss, and I knew right then that I wanted that mouth all over my body.
Every inch. I wanted his tongue inside of me, those thick, strong fingers parting my cheeks so that he could devour my ass like a freaking Sunday dinner.
“But,” he began, and it was only then that I realized I was leaning back into him as I stretched onto my toes to reach his mouth once more. A damn moth to the flame. “You wanted to shower, Vic.”
I blinked rapidly, “Y... yeah. Shower. Right.”
That would be perfect. Yes, me and Cam naked in the shower together. All naked and wet with his hands gliding all over my slippery, soapy skin. And naked.
I reached out for the button on Cam’s fly, but his hand grabbed mine, stopping me. Confused, I glanced up to see a playful grin smiling down at me.
“You first, Vic,” he practically purred. “I’ll watch.”
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