“All those dreams you had about us…maybe you secretly want them to become reality,” I whispered, lifting one hand and brushing back a strand of hair, then cupping her cheek.
She tilted her head and met my gaze again. “Maybe,” she whispered.
My thumb brushed along her soft, cold skin. “Maybe I want that too.”
Her eyes widened.
“You do?”
“Not sure what all those dreams contained exactly, but the one you told me about me kissing you…I’d like to repeat that.”
Her breathing hitched and her body tensed. Just the reaction I wanted from her.
I moved closer, making her take a few steps back and lean against the tree behind her.
Stepping in front of her, I pushed my right knee between her legs, moving closer and tilting her head back with my hand cupping her jaw now.
“Fennec—”
“Don’t you dare stop me now, Vespyr. You want this,” I uttered, making her shut her mouth again.
A nod from her was enough for me to place my lips on hers, and I quickly deepened the kiss, brushing along her bottom lip with my tongue.
She granted access, letting me dip my tongue deep into her mouth and making her open hers wider.
It was a familiar taste, and the more I tasted, the more I wanted of her.
Her hands grasped my coat tightly, pulling me closer to her and making sure I wouldn’t leave.
I kept holding on to her with my fingers digging into her jaw and cheeks while I pressed my body against hers, gripping her waist with my other hand.
A small moan escaped her as her lips moved against mine slowly but passionately, and I was surprised at how good of a kisser she was when I was the first guy who’d ever kissed her.
But then, kissing wasn’t hard when you had someone do it with you who adored you.
It came easily, and the longer my lips touched hers, the more I wanted.
We were in the middle of nowhere, miles away from camp.
Exactly where we’ve always wanted to be.
Just us, alone in the wild.
I moved my hand from her jaw down to her ass, gripping it tightly while pressing my body against hers.
My dick was jolting with every stroke of her tongue against mine, and her hands moved up into my hair, tugging gently.
Her body tensed as she felt my hardness press against her stomach.
No matter how fucking sick we were, or how wrong it was to kiss her, I needed more.
So much more than just a damn kiss.
I reached up to grip her wrist and pull her hand down to cup the bulge in my pants, pressing her hand against it with mine over hers.
“Fen,” she moaned, her voice unsure.
“Don’t,” I warned, making her massage my dick through my pants.