Chapter 22
Gwen
I’d been smacked by Cupid’s arrow a few times, but this . . . this felt like an entire freight train.
I watched Sabine from across the mess hall while she chatted and ate lunch with her cabin, and I swore she was licking her spoon just to turn me on.
Was there anything on the menu that even required a spoon today?
Everything she did reminded me of last night and all the ways we’d unspooled each other. My skin still felt the echoes of her touch.
It was an awakening like I’d never known.
The world was hazy, and Sabine was my only point of focus, a spotlight that appeared from the rafters and lit her up in glittering white light.
I knew the word for that feeling, even if I was too afraid to name it.
I needed to take back everything I’d ever said to my lovesick friends.
I’d always thought they were being childish and ridiculous.
Nobody really cared about romance that much, right?
But this feeling carving out my insides right now was my punishment for ever thinking such things.
I felt the rush of hormones, my senses altered, my body overcome.
Last night in the canoe had been . . . like a cataclysmic shift in who I was.
Sabine had told me I could be all the things and now I wanted to be all the things—and more importantly do all the things—with her.
I groaned, throwing my croque monsieur back down on my tray.
“Not hungry?” Faith asked, already helping herself to my abandoned sandwich.
“Not really,” I grumbled, dropping my head in my hands. At least not in the way she’d implied.
I desperately wanted to tell Faith about what had happened last night between Sabine and me, but it was still too new, too delicate, and I wanted to keep it to myself for a little while longer.
When I looked back up at the goddess of all my desires, Sabine was gone. I barely caught sight of her before she pushed out of the back door of the mess hall, probably needing to leave early for a shift somewhere else around camp.
“I’m going to go catch a quick nap before Hexes 101,” I announced, then made a beeline toward the back door.
I wove through the crowd and used the same door before I missed her completely. The short steps led to a secluded dirt path that circled around to the front of the mess hall. It was probably used by campers more than staff since the side door to the kitchen was around the corner to my left.
I decided to take a chance on the opposite corner to the right and ran right into Sabine.
“Hey!” I said, trying not to sound breathless and playing off pinching my side as a casual hand on my hip.
Sabine’s eyebrows lifted as she turned around, and a smile dawned on her lips, lighting up her whole face.
“Hey,” she replied before looking around.
To one side was the lake, and to the other was an overgrown honeysuckle bush that obscured the mess hall windows above us. It wouldn’t take much for someone to see us if they walked out of the back door, but otherwise, we were surrounded by woods and water.
“I was hoping I’d run into you today,” she said, her smile stretching from ear to ear.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.” She inched closer. “I had a question I’ve been wanting to ask you all morning.”
My legs trembled as she got within a hair’s breadth of me. “What’s that?”
She reached out and tucked a finger in the waistband of my skirt. “You wore this skirt just to torture me, didn’t you?”
I grinned, leaning forward until we were chest to chest. “It may have crossed my mind.”
“I was going to ask you if you wanted to go on another boat ride tonight,” she murmured, her breath whispering across my lips. “But I don’t think I can wait until nightfall.”
My eyebrows lifted. “What’s one more summer, hmm?”
“What’s one more summer?” she echoed and closed the distance.
Her lips were so soft, her kisses so skilled, as if she knew exactly how to move in just the way I liked. Maybe it was her magic, maybe she just intuitively knew my every move, but not once did we bang teeth or bump noses as we launched ourselves at each other.
Her hands tangled in my hair, and her tongue dove into my mouth, setting me on fire.
She broke our kiss only long enough to say, “Oh, I know why you wore this skirt.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah,” she said before giving me a long, deep kiss, then dropping to her knees.
Holy fucking goddess.
I leaned back against the wall of the mess hall, the loud chatter of the campers drifting out from the window above. “Wh-what are you doing?” I rasped, even as I spread my legs wider.
Sabine’s hand slid up my calf, skimming across my thigh and tracing the line of my underwear. “What am I doing?” she taunted. “I’m doing exactly what you hoped I’d do when you put on this skirt,” she said. “Isn’t that right, city girl?”
“Yes,” I choked out as she moved the fabric of my underwear to the side.
I really wished I’d worn something sexy and lacy instead of sensible cotton underwear.
But it seemed like the sort of thing Sabine would approve of.
Outdoorsy girls didn’t go hiking in lace thongs.
My mind drifted to a vision of Sabine in nothing but black lace underwear, and I shuddered at the thought.
The vision quickly dissipated when Sabine pulled my responsible panties down my legs and over my tennis shoes.
I looked down just as she tucked them into her back pocket.
Before I could protest or worry about bending over later, her hot breath brushed over my sex. At the first long stroke of her tongue, I threw my head back, hitting the wall so hard I was worried for a second that someone might hear.
Sabine chuckled and pulled back to look up at me. “You okay?”
“Nothing bruised but my ego,” I replied, my chest heaving.
She smiled mischievously and leaned back, saying, “You taste so good, baby.”
My core flooded at that. Warmth filled my veins as she dropped her mouth back to my clit, and I moaned, letting her drive me higher and higher.
Fuck, did she know what she was doing.
Within a few ragged breaths, I was already teetering on the edge.
How?
I thought I knew what sex was supposed to be like before her, but now, I realized that my exes had no idea what they were doing. The fact that they’d even found my clit was a miracle, but when they’d gotten there, they’d had no idea what to do with it.
But Sabine knew exactly what to do. Her hot, wet tongue circled my swollen bud at the perfect pace and pressure. It was as if she were in my head, as if she could feel every sensation for herself.
“I . . .” It was the only warning I could give her. I barely had time to lift my hand and cover my mouth before I was coming.
Sabine groaned into my pussy, making my echoes of pleasure go on and on.
When she stood up and I gathered up all my swoony bits to put myself back together, we couldn’t help but giggle. I felt like I’d just gotten off a roller coaster. My hair was tousled, my voice was hoarse, and sweat dampened my brow. All while Sabine looked like the happiest, most mischievous cat.
“I wish my magic could freeze time and keep making you feel that good forever,” she said.
With a wicked grin, I wrapped my arms around her neck, spinning then pinning her back to the wall, just like I had in the boat shed. “When’s it going to be my turn?” I asked, suddenly very aware of how bare my ass was under my skirt.
“When do you want it to be?”
“Now,” I insisted, dropping my mouth to hers and tasting my release on her tongue. I fumbled with her belt, opening her shorts just enough to drop a hand in.
She was already soaking wet, and I hummed in satisfaction as my fingers explored her.
I started moving my hand over her in the same way she’d driven me wild.
The pads of my fingers pressed and circled her clit, but despite her panting breaths, my nerves got the better of me.
I wanted it to be good for her. I wanted her to feel as amazing as I did.
“Is this okay?” I dropped my mouth to her neck, kissing a line across her throat and over her collarbone.
“Goddess, I love what you’re doing.” She groaned, which was all the affirmation I needed. “Faster.”
I worked her clit at her command until she was bucking her hips and digging her nails into my wrist.
“Shit, Gwen.” She moaned, grabbing me by the back of my neck and bringing my mouth to hers as she came.
It was the most electrifying thing I’d ever felt, even more than my own orgasm. Making her come with only my touch, having her moan her pleasure into my mouth, it was like something had scrambled up my insides and reorganized them into something better.
I didn’t know how or why, but these last few moments together and the raw intimacy we shared . . .
I was falling. Hard. Sabine was everything I was too unaware to know I needed.
I was falling in love with this witch.
“That was . . .” She sighed. “Amazing.”
We relished in another long kiss, but the sound of clattering plates from the mess hall brought us crashing back to reality.
“I have to go, but I want to see you later,” she said, her hands quickly buttoning her shorts as I put some believable distance between us.
I nodded just as a group of girls started coming down the path. Before they rounded the corner, Sabine gave me one last kiss, then dashed away. My cheeks burned, but more importantly, I hurried toward the Flower Moon cabin to change. Because next time Sabine took a souvenir, it would be lacy.