Page 59 of Campfires & Canines
My cheeks burn. “Seriously?”
He laughs again. “The things I wanted to do to you. I thought I was going crazy.” Heat floods my body. I’m suddenly very aware of my position straddling him.
“Yeah?” I whisper hoarsely. “Like what?’
He closes his eyes, his smile turning bashful. “Well, last time you were here, I desperately wanted to strip you down right here on this couch.”
"I thought about you constantly, too. You kept taking your shirt off," I say.
"Like this?" Pushing himself to a seated position, he pulls his shirt over his head in one motion.
"Very distracting," I agree, enjoying my new position in his lap. I mirror him, pulling my shirt off and tossing it on the floor.
His green eyes are bright. Not bright, almost glowing – like an animal's eyes reflecting moonlight in the darkness. I gape at him, stunned. He frowns, cocking his head. “Um, your eyes…”
Slate falls back, his hand coming up to rake through his hair while his lips curve into a wry smirk. "Yeah, that happens,” he says nonchalantly.
I lean forward to get a closer look. His dark lashes frame those captivating irises, now almost difficult to look at.
“I was pretty worried you’d notice,” he admits, “Before, when we first kissed.”
“Oh.” I remember how he avoided my gaze. I assumed it was out of embarrassment. “I definitely would have noticed.”
“Do you think it’s weird?” he asks, his tone vulnerable.
“I think it’s incredible,” I breathe.
“You’re amazing. You’re creative and funny and I can’t get enough of you,” he says, his words slow and heavy.
"I just thought you were super hot," I whisper, my lips tracing against his skin.
He barks out a laugh. “If I start talking about how beautiful you are, we won’t get anything else done,” he says darkly.
My breath is sharp, my insides going liquid. “I believe you were telling me all the things you imagined doing to me.”
“Was I?” Looking thoughtful, he slides my bra strap off my shoulder and kisses the exposed skin. “When we were out by the creek, I could have bent you over one of those rocks.” I don’t let him finish that thought.
I pounce, frantic for his mouth on mine. It’s searing, out of control, all-consuming. Heat surges in my core as his tongue strokes mine.
I can feel how he is hard beneath me. Those sweatpants don't hide anything. I can't resist rocking against him. He growls, his abs tightening, his fingers digging into my hips.
Reverently, he rolls me over onto my back. The feel of his weight against me is luscious. Unable to stop, I kiss and suck my way down his neck.
“Hazel,” he rasps and I feel it like a caress. I squirm under him. He stares down into my eyes for a moment. "We don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want to. You're in charge."
“If we’re doing what I want to do, don’t plan on sleeping,” I manage to say.
"Perfect." The reverberation of that single word runs down my neck to my stomach, leaving a trail of molten.
“I want to mark you. Claim you." He licks up the column of my throat, causing my whole body to shudder. "May I?"
"Please," I whimper, not even embarrassed I sound sodesperate.
He groans, lowering his mouth again. I’m mindless against the barrage of sensation.
I wait for the feeling of teeth sinking into my skin. But instead, his hand caresses lower, drawing swirls across my skin. I release my hold on him, hoping we are about to shed the rest of our clothes.
"Do you want this?" he teases, his voice a rough whisper.
