She tastes better than I could ever dream of. The moment my tongue skirts against the seam of her lips, she gladly opens her mouth for me, allowing our tongues to stroke against one another.
She moans, and I swallow it, yanking on her hair to angle her head even higher. At this point, she must be having to stand on her tiptoes to allow me access to her mouth. Her tiny moans tell me she isn’t bothered by the position in the slightest.
Another brush of our tongues, and her palms hit my chest. Her fingers grip my dress shirt so tightly I bet it warps the fabric. I don’t give a damn. She could rip it right off me, and I’d thank her for doing it. I think I’d do anything, give anything, to stay locked in the kiss forever. To always have her at my mercy just like this.
I should’ve known she wouldn’t kiss gently. I knew I didn’t have it in me to take it slow, to start with a peck before my tongue got involved. But I wasn’t expecting her tongue to match every stroke of mine. For her to open her mouth even wider, allowing me even more access.
Her fingers find the back of my neck as she attempts to pull me even lower. One of my hands tangles in the long strands of her hair, keeping her mouth pinned to mine, while the other grabs onto her chin to keep her still. She wants to take control of the kiss, but I won’t let her. I’ve been dreaming of this since the moment I left that mountain, so I’m going to kiss her the way I’ve vividly imagined for over a week.
There’s a sting at the back of my neck from where her fingernails scrape against the exposed skin between my collar and hairline. I groan at the feeling, wanting to feel the bite of her nails all over my body.
Would they dig into my ass as I fucked her as deep as her cunt would allow?
Would they scratch at my scalp as my tongue circled her clit?
God, I need to know. I’m fucking rabid to find out.
My teeth catch her bottom lip. I bite down, wanting to see her reaction. She moans so loudly that my cock aches in my slacks. I want to palm it, to give it some kind of relief, but I can’t let go of her. She’s allowing me to manhandle her exactly as I want, and I’m relishing every single second of it.
Is she like this in bed? So demanding outside of the bedroom but aching to be dominated while being fucked?
“Fuck,” I moan, licking along the spot on her bottom lip that was just between my teeth. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
I could get addicted to the sound of her moans as she throws her head back in pleasure. Her perfect sun-kissed skin is exposed to me, just begging for me to leave a mark. I pull on her hair once again, lost in the way the yelp from the pain turns into a moan when my lips graze the hollow of her throat. Her entire body shudders underneath my touch, only fueling my desire for her further.
“Camden.” My name comes out like a plea. I think I could grow obsessed with the sound of it, mixed with her moans. She’s so goddamn reactive that it drives me wild.
I kiss along her neck, unable to help myself from biting a spot there, knowing it would be hard for her to hide a hickey. Lost in the moment, I want to claim her for myself, to have something left behind from this moment to remind her how much she drives me crazy. I want her to think of me anytime she feels the throb of the bruise from my teeth. For her to think of us in this very moment every time she looks in the mirror to cover it.
I’m never like this. I’m not territorial, and I’ve never cared about someone enough to want to claim them. But in the darkness of the night and the heat of the moment, I’m feral at the idea of any other man ever getting to taste her delicate skin.
My lips pepper kisses along her shoulder. This would be so much better if she didn’t have a top on. If I could lean down and catch her nipple between my teeth. Would she like it if I nipped at it before soothing the pain with my tongue?
“You’ve been taking up way too much fucking space in my mind lately,” I tell her, feathering kisses along her jaw.
“Good.” She lets out a shaky breath when I kiss right behind her ear. If I had more time, I’d kiss every bare inch of her body to find all the spots that make her breath catch the way it just did when my teeth grazed the shell of her ear.
I bring our foreheads together, looking right into her hazel eyes. She stares back at me, at least for the moment not acting like she regrets kissing me. Good, because no matter how terrible of an idea it was, I don’t think I could ever really regret swallowing each one of her moans.
“No. It isn’t good.” I don’t even attempt to hide the anger in my voice. I’m angry with myself for wanting her this bad. For letting her get under my skin. For somehow letting her go from someone I couldn’t stand to someone I desired with everything that I am. “We don’t fucking work,” I hiss, my jaw clenching. “All we do is argue, but god, we could try never speaking. Let our bodies do the talking.”