Page 16 of Pomegranate Kiss

They continued down the path until they reached another massive magnolia tree, the spindly branches reaching out to try to touch the sky. Spanish moss dangled from the branches, swaying with the breeze. From here, the thrum of the lazy creek echoed in the air, cutting through some of the quiet tension from the cemetery.

The sun had begun to set, the first magenta streaks coursing across the horizon. Lex felt the deepening colors in her core, settling with the finality of the surrounding gravestones. Not just this place but Cam’s presence soothed the roar in her mind.Every time she was around her, the urge to run until her lungs threatened to burst, to dive off a cliff, to cross a shaky bridge subsided, because being by her side thrilled her as much.

The more time she spent around this woman, the harder she fell.

Lex stopped by the ancient magnolia tree that stretched wide and tall like a guardian of this old cemetery. She slipped an arm around Cam, and the woman leaned in as Lex guided them to the base. Every time Lex took the reins, Cam melted into her, and the implicit trust there formed an addiction she’d never be able to cure.

Lex took one step forward, then another until Cam’s back thudded against the trunk. She placed her hands on either side to brace herself on the tree trunk, the rough bark scraping her skin. Cam sagged against the trunk, looking up at her with soft, yearning eyes that undid her every time.

Lex pressed her lips against Cam’s, sinking into the slow exploration. Cam’s mouth opened for her at once, her moan vibrating there. The sensations coursed through Lex like the drip of honey, and she squeezed her thighs together tight. Her pussy throbbed as she swept her tongue in to taste Cam’s sweetness, longing to slip her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and explore.

Instead, Lex went higher.

She glided her fingers behind Cam’s back and undid her bra with a snap. The straps sagged on her shoulders. Lex didn’t stop kissing Cam, setting a demanding, insistent pace even as her fingers skimmed beneath the hem of her tunic. She slipped her palm up the slope of her waist, and Cam shivered against the touch. The moment her hands circled around the woman’s breasts, the following moan was audible in the air.

God, she loved how responsive Cam was, how she became as pliable as stoneware clay to Lex’s touch.

She squeezed the petal-soft globes tight, her clit aching from the feel of Cam’s heavy breasts in her hands. Lex leaned to the side to press kisses up and down her neck and swiped her thumbs across Cam’s hardened nipples. Her hips bucked forward, grinding against Cam’s at the touch. Lex squeezed her breasts even harder, her breaths coming out in ragged pants. Her underwear was soaked.

Cam’s hands trailed down her hips, and she squeezed them as they settled in place.

The woman wanted unforgettable? Lex would give it to her.

She continued to trail kisses down the pulse point on Cam’s neck, her collarbone. Cam’s nipples formed stiff peaks against the fabric of her tunic, and Lex descended to place a light bite on each one. Cam’s moan was sinful, and Lex’s restraint stretched like a rubber band threatening to snap. With the way this woman ground against her, holding on for dear life, she wanted to slip her fingers into the pussy she knew would be soaked for her.

Anyone else, and she would. However, every time she was about to lose control, she held back. Part of her wanted to wait until the perfect moment to cross the line, to the point she might just convince Cam this was what she wanted. As if her fantasy might stand a chance of coming true.

Lex returned to Cam’s mouth, drawing out the kiss until she pulled away. The sky grew dark, and the moon peeked out to cast silver hues across the tombstones. They’d kissed right through the sunset. Cam’s chest heaved with the desire charging the air between them, but as she had from the beginning, she let Lex take the reins.

“Looks like I was able to make you a spooky bitch, after all,” Lex cracked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. The joke shattered the tension between them, and Cam flicked her in the arm.

“You’re ridiculous. Come on, let’s see the rest of this cemetery of yours,” Cam said, snapping her bra on and running her fingers through her hair to comb it back. She took the footsteps forward, and Lex followed, trailing behind a couple of paces.

This was one of the few, lonely places where she could admit the truth, where her self-delusions crumbled like the tombstones surrounding her. No matter how much she tried to convince herself the opposite, she was falling for Cam.

Chapter Eight

Cam sipped at her dry martini, which was already mostly gone.

The guy in front of her—Ted? Theo? Whatever his name was droned on and on, and she had herself to blame. His gravel tone was making her nerves itch.

She should probably remember the guy’s name considering it was their third date over the past few months, but he could barely keep her attention.

When things started heating up with Lex, she’d tried to keep up with one date here, another there, but no guy registered on her radar.

She slapped more duct tape over the voice in her mind screaming the reasonwhy.

After the kiss they’d shared at the cemetery, Lex hadn’t been responding as often anyway. Cam had thought whatever had sparked between them would spill into an inferno. Lex hadteased and tormented her to the point she was ready to beg for the chance to slip between those thighs and taste her.

Except then her mother called, and when they discussed her plans, Cam tried to sneak in a made-up comment about one of her friends coming out as gay. She didn’t know why she expected anything different.

The sharp-edged tone in her mother’s voice as she told her “Allah would sort out those sinners in the afterlife,” and to “stay far away” gave the confirmation of what she knew. It formed a pit in her stomach she still couldn’t shake, and the shame clung to her skin like a mud bath.

“But after the meeting, I marched into his office and demanded a raise,” the guy continued on. “I know my worth. That’s how I ended up where I am at the firm.”

He was all luscious blond hair, tan, blemish-free skin, and a Crest smile, none of which sparked the tiniest bit of attraction for her. Her mouth watered for a little more ink, a sensual, cruel mouth, and eyes that could slice. Oh, and the opposite gender.

Cam swallowed, hard, and stared up at the ceiling, all wooden panels lined with rivets. The walnut tables, porthole lights, and bronze accents gave the place an underground feel, and the ambiance oozed class. Prohibition Tap Room was one of the more fun venues around town, and live music would be starting any minute here, one of the reasons her date picked the place. When she saw the name headlining, her stomach had dropped. She couldn’t escape the Dukas family anywhere she went, because of course, Cal Dukas was playing tonight.

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