Page 134 of Kiss Me in the Dark
Fox doesn’t give me a chance to breathe as his lips crash into mine, igniting a fire that spreads through my entire body.We stumble into the living room, locked in a desperate, passionate kiss, our hands roaming hungrily over each other.The door is still unlocked, but neither of us cares.Right now, the world doesn’t exist outside of this moment.
His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat from practice, and he tastes faintly salty, but it only makes him more intoxicating.I push his damp shirt up and over his head, my fingertips grazing the heat of his bare skin.He sighs against my lips before pulling me closer, pressing me firmly against the wall.
“You’re mine,” he growls possessively into my mouth, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.
His lips leave mine, and I’m already aching for more.He trails soft, teasing kisses down my neck, nipping just enough to leave a mark.My head falls back against the wall as I shut my eyes, surrendering to the slow, torturous pleasure of his mouth on my skin.His hands explore me like he’s memorizing every inch, every curve.
“You’re all mine, understand?”he murmurs, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot near my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling with need.
His hand slides down, slipping inside my jeans.When he wraps his hand around me, I gasp, my knees threatening to give out beneath me.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my head falling forward as he strokes me, his movements desperate and firm.
“There’s no one else, is there?”he whispers against my neck, his breath warm and tantalizing.
“Shut up,” I manage, my voice broken by a moan.“It’s always been you.Only you.”
His free hand grips my hip, steadying me against the wall as his lips find mine again.The kiss is messy, frantic, and full of need.His hand moves faster, stroking me with precision, and the pressure builds almost unbearably.My toes curl as the heat inside me spirals higher and higher.
“Fox,” I moan into his mouth, my voice barely audible.His tongue slips inside, exploring, tasting me, and I give in completely.
“Don’t stop.Please,” I beg, my voice trembling with desperation.
He doesn’t.His hand continues its relentless pace, dragging me to the edge.The pleasure crashes over me, and I cry out against his lips, my body trembling as I hit my release.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
When I open my eyes, Fox is already watching me, his gaze soft yet intense.He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“You’re mine, Cameron Brooke,” he whispers, his voice steady and filled with conviction.
And for the first time, I believe him.
33
Burning Bridges
“Oh,comeon,”Igroan, throwing my head back against the couch Fox is lounging on.I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor between his legs, clutching the controller as he tries, yet again, to teach me how to play a video game on his Xbox.
It’s harder than I thought.
Fox’s laugh draws my attention, and when I glance up, he’s smirking at me, his blue eyes filled with amusement.
“How did we even end up here?”I mutter, shaking my head.The thought hits me more often than I’d like to admit—how did I end up as Fox Wilder’s boyfriend?It’s surreal, like a dream I’m afraid to wake up from.I’d had my doubts at first, but now things are starting to feel… normal.Real.And I’m starting to trust him more.
“Come here,” Fox says, setting his controller aside.“I think that’s enough teaching for one day.”
I stand up, stretching a little before plopping down on the couch next to him.Without a second thought, I rest my head on his lap, and he starts running his fingers lazily through my hair.
“I hope you’re not planning to cut this anytime soon,” he murmurs, his tone soft.
I laugh.“I don’t think I will.Not anytime soon, at least.”
“Good,” he says, his fingers threading gently through the strands.“The long hair suits you.Makes you look hotter.”
“Nah,” I scoff, snorting a laugh.“I think you’re the hot one.”
