Page 56 of Never Will I Ever

“Don’t apologize. Not when you were right,” I mutter.

The second part wasn’t meant to be said aloud, and definitely not for his ears, but it’s too late to take it back now. Especially when he softly asks, “About what?”

Steeling myself, I blink my eyes open and find his gaze fixed onme. His attention has my mouth feeling drier than the Sahara, and I wet my lips subconsciously.

“That I’d be back, begging for more. And I hate that you were right.”

The words leave my lips in a harsh whisper, tasting acidic on my tongue. More vile insults are hurled through my mind, serving as a reminder that my desire for him, or any other guy, will likely never be truly set free.

Not when I’m defenseless against the claws ripping me apart inside my mind.

After a revelation like the one I just let slip, there’s not much else to say on my end. Kaleb makes no effort to break the silence lingering between us either, and truthfully, I’m not expecting him to. Just like I’m not expecting him to return the senti—

“I was only half right,” he murmurs, breaking through my thoughts.

My brows crash together. “How?”

“Because I also told you there wouldn’t be a repeat.”

His eyes are as dark as the evergreens surrounding the camp now as they bore into mine, and with the glow of the lamplight reflecting off their glassy surface, it looks like a forest on fire.

Or maybe it’s the heat in his stare as it darts down to my lips that is scorching.

I wet them again on instinct, and his eyes tracking the movement sends another ripple of lust barreling down my spine.

My mind races, torn between ripping myself free from this moment and letting myself sink into it, even if it can only be that—a moment.

“So we’re both going back on our word, huh?”

“Looks like it,” he rasps, his voice all gravel and shattered glass.

And then he closes the gap between our lips entirely.

Sixteen

Avery

Every atom of my body is on fire the second Kaleb’s lips land on mine, and it’s almost as if time comes to a complete halt while I bask in the flames. Relishing the burn, finding pleasure in it.

Just like the kiss against the tree, the hate-filled thoughts plaguing me fall silent, and I can finally listen to my body instead. Allow it to take charge for a change and just feel.

Exist the way I was meant to.

The empty beer bottles clatter to the floor, long since forgotten, as Kaleb’s deft fingers work their way under my shirt. He shoves it up my body, only to break our kiss to whip it over my head and toss it aside. My heart pounds in my chest as I do the same to him, peeling the fabric off to reveal miles of smooth skin and toned muscle.

My eyes map his chest and stomach greedily, both devouring and memorizing him.

Kaleb doesn’t allow me much time to ogle, though, before he grabs my chin and covers my mouth with his own in another searing kiss. He shifts while he claims my lips, pressing me back into the mattress in a way that has my cock aching behind my sweats. His mouth continues to devour mine as he brackets his arms on either side of my head in a way…fuck. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

And now that he has me where he wants me, he fucking consumes me.

He grinds his pelvis down, and I almost come on the damn spot when I feel his hard length rubbing against mine, even throughthe fabric of our clothing.

Something between a groan and a curse leaves me, and he chuckles lightly against my skin.

“You good?”

I nod, rolling my hips up into his. I’ve never been better in my life.

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