Page 43 of Losing Forever
Her lips are like magic, sending jolts through my entire body, but especially to my groin. I'll never get enough of them, and I’ll never want anyone the way I want her. The way my body reacts to her when we touch, and even when we don't touch, drives me wild. Just being near her stirs a mix of euphoria and agony inside me. I fear the two could destroy me, own me. Worse, part of me wants her to own me, as long as that means I get to own her, too.
The need in her eyes and the sweet plea from her amazing lips nearly floored me. I would have kissed her even if Noah appeared and told me not to. The feel and taste of her are addictive. I'm in trouble, and for the first time ever, I don't care. I want her however I can get her. Even if it means making up games to touch her. I’m that desperate.
My heart pounds out of control each time my tongue tangles with hers. She shifts between tentative and impulsive licks, exploring my mouth and then pulling away, only to do it again. Is she unsure, or, like me, is she afraid if she lets go, there’ll be no turning back? It would be so easy to take this further—all the way if she'll let me, and I think she would.
I force myself to ease away from her sweet lips. My swollen dick can only take so much. To my surprise and elation, she grips my biceps, clinging to me, and chases after me for more.
Christ. Why did I insist on this game?
“Braylee?” I straighten my spine enough that she can't reach my mouth unless she climbs me like a tree.
Her face couldn't be more beautiful. Flushed cheeks, swollen red lips. Her long, dark lashes sweep up and, fuck me, her sky-colored eyes are hazy. A sweet smile curves her tempting mouth. “I hope we see another spider web soon.”
Holy hell. If she were any other girl, I'd be on her again, taking her right here on the gravel and debris-littered trail. Instead, I rest the stick on my shoulder and with an assuring nod say, “We will.”
The clearing isn't too much farther ahead. We stop a few times to kiss, and I curse myself for choosing spider web sightings to be the trigger. They're everywhere. On every tree, branch, shrub, and leaf we come across. I don't mention some of them. If any more blood rushes to my cock, I might pass out. The fact that she pointed out how much I'm enjoying the game while licking her lips has me struggling to focus on the woods—and not the wood in my shorts.
I spotted a snake a little way back. Black with an orange ring around its neck. They’re harmless but can still be scary. If she sees one, she might run back to the boat, and as much as I want to end my torment, I don't want to end this day with her. As soon as we return home, she'll bail on me, and I can't say I won't do the same. It's what I do now. A family trait.
Finally, we reach our destination. I give the overgrown entrance a final chop with the stick and step aside so Braylee can go first.
She passes into the center of the massive clearing and turns in a circle, her eyes darting everywhere. “I didn't expect this.”
I know what she means. I reacted the same when I first came here. Unlike the trail, the clearing is as expansive as I remember. Trees, palms, and shrubs encircle an open area made up of sand and rocks from small to large. Some are big enough to sit on. In the center, seating made out of tree stumps surrounds a makeshift firepit. Leafy tree branches and swaying palm fronds canopy the space, filtering out most of the sun's harsh rays.
“Where’s the zip line?” She scans the trees.
I gesture to a small hill on the far side, where a narrow path disappears into the woods. “Up there is where you start, and that prickly bush over there,” I point in the opposite direction, “is where it ends.” Well, where it used to end.
“Ouch.” She clutches her biceps. “You crash into that?”
“No. The bush wasn't there before.” I walk over and survey the woods. “Looks like the zip line is gone, too.” Even if it was still intact, I doubt I could get through the shrubs without getting torn up on my way to the landing zone.
Braylee tsks.
I turn to find her with her arms crossed.
Her brows tighten. “You knew it was gone, didn't you?”
She thinks I teased her. I might have assumed after years of vacancy the zip line didn't hold up, but I was hopeful it had.
“I didn't. I was excited to rekindle my youth.” I frown. Is that why I wanted to come here so badly?
“And kissing me didn't do that for you?” she asks to my surprise as she wraps the ends of her hair around her finger.
Damn if she doesn't like to catch me off guard.
I stroll toward her. “Kissing you is better than anything I've ever experienced.”
She rolls her eyes, but the smile on her face says she likes my response.
“It's true. Being here with you, I don't feel the need to lie.”
She stops twisting her hair, leaving her finger cocooned like the victim of a spider. “I don't, either.”
“It's nice, isn't it?”
“Yes,” she says with a breath of relief. “I feel like I spend all my time closed off.”
