That other hand moved upward, leaving the sanctity of the blanket. It moved slowly, tracing along my shoulder. The fingertips extending, to gently clasp the side of my face. I turned into him tentatively, questioningly. Then our eyes met… and our lips crashed inevitably together.
Holy shit.
My senses roared to life, tiny sparks of lightning flashing through my body as Camden breathed his passion into me. His lips were strong, yet supple. Totally commanding in the way they churned against mine, leaving me excited and breathless and paralyzed with pent-up desire.
The blanket shifted again as he pulled me on top of him. It happened quickly and easily, his strong arms lifting me like I weighed no more than a pillow. Before I knew it I was straddling his lap, one smooth thigh peeking copiously from my short shorts on either side of his big, powerful legs. And now I was holding his face. Leaning down to kiss him with passion and longing, as our tongues clashed and all sense of reality went flying out the window.
You’re out of your fucking mind, Karissa.
The voice of reason again. But right now, the way my body felt being held in his arms? That voice could fuck right off.
“Mmmm…”
Camden moaned into my mouth, all low and growly. Sexy as fuck. And I kept kissing him, my hair falling down over our faces to shield us from the world. The movie was background noise, the giant house all silent and still. We were in our own little world on the couch. Making out with each other desperately, like teenagers in the back seat of a car.
I shuddered as I felt his hands slide to my waist, squeezing me with just enough pressure to let me know the full scope of his strength. At any moment his fingers could move to the front of my shorts. He could pull the little string, and slide them straight down past my hips…
And I would let him.
Hell, I would help him.
“Karissa…”
I was fully in his lap now, my ass grinding against the bulge I could feel growing beneath me. It moved with a mind of its own, completely independent of my swirling, sliding tongue, which was enjoying its own exploration of Camden’s sweet, sweet mouth.
“Kariss—”
I cut him off by biting his lip, gently but playfully. I took his hands in mine and slid them upward over my shirt. I didn’t stop until I’d settled his two big palms over my full, bra-less breasts.
He moaned again, squeezing me possessively. I gasped as his palms slid against my areolae, his fingers closing over my already-stiff nipples through the fabric of my T-shirt.
“We… We can’t…”
I grabbed his hands again, just before he pulled them away. Grinding even harder into his lap, I pushed them back to their original positions.
“We can,” I murmured softly. Kissing my way along his neck, I pressed my lips right up against his quivering ear. “And we are.”
Camden sighed as I traced his earlobe with the tip of my tongue, then clacked my teeth together and growled softly. I pulled back a bit, so I could look at his handsome, stubbled face. His eyes were glassy and far away. Glazed with the same levels of intensity and lust that mine were.
“Take me to your room,” I whispered, kissing him again. “Or take me to my room, if you’d like that better.”
He didn’t answer, didn’t respond. But there was an unyielding passion in his eyes. Longing beyond longing.
“You can take me right here on the couch if you want to,” I giggled playfully. “There might be a little explaining to do tomorrow, if someone happens to get up for a midnight snack, but—”
His hands dropped again, back to my waist. Lifting me gently but firmly, Camden broke his lips from mine and slid away.
“I— I’m sorry, Karissa.”
It was all he said. The only words that left his perfectly plump lips, as he stood up and dropped the blanket back into my lap.
My eyes followed him all the way out of the room, my brain spinning through a dozen different scenarios in a futile effort to figure out what the hell just happened.
Seven
KARISSA
The movie played out for another few minutes before I left the living room. It was too creepy to watch alone. Besides, I wasn’t in the mood anymore. Making my way back to my bedroom, I was still confused.
Was it something I did?
No, I didn’t think so. Everything I’d done had been wholly reciprocated. And looking back, it had actually been Camden that made the first move.
This turned my confusion in the direction of anger. Hell, he’d started the whole thing. Just because I was willing to finish it and he wasn’t, didn’t mean that—
“Hey, beautiful.”
The words stopped me in the hallway, mid-step. Slowly I turned around… and found Bryce standing in the doorway to his room.
“You still up for this?”
He was leaning against the inside of the top molding, his two big arms perched somewhere overhead. It made every muscle of his chest and shoulders stand out. But it also pulled the hem of his shirt up… revealing the bottom two rows of his deliciously-shredded abs.
Holy fuck.
And from the smile on his face, he knew it, too.
“Ummm…”
I fumbled for the phone I wasn’t carrying. It was back on the charger, in my room.
“It’s midnight, right?” he mused. “Or close to it?”
I shrugged and smiled back at him. If he was game, I was.
“Sure.”
Besides, it’s not like I was tired or anything.
“Cool. Lemmie throw some shorts on.”
I hadn’t even noticed he was wearing only a pair of grey flannel boxers. As he turned back into his room, I didn’t know whether to wait or follow.
Follow.
Damn, that definitely wasn’t the voice of reason. Maybe I’d scared it away.
“Here,” Bryce said, handing me something sleek and black. “This one’s yours.”
I turned the cylinder over in my hand, still unsure of what it was. Then I saw the button. I
