Page 63 of Campfires & Canines
She squeaks and I cover her mouth with mine. This is no gentle good morning kiss. I delve deep, our teeth and tongues clashing while my hands roam over her bare thighs and soft stomach.
Anchoring herself to me, her hands go around my neck and fingers, twisting into my hair. She wraps her legs around my hips, hooking her ankles at the small of my back.
I stroke the silky skin at the bottom of her breast. "Perfect," I murmur against her lips.
Her breathing is rapid and shallow. She's as turned on as I am. I break off our kiss and lean back, letting her see my eyes lit up again.
Her mouth falls open, mesmerized. I grin wide, running my tongue over the edges of my teeth. It's not a huge change, not noticeable unless you know what to look for. They're slightly longer and sharper.
We stay there, both breathing hard. She reaches up like she's going to touch my teeth, but hesitates.
"You're stunning," she says.
Flushing, I pull her against my chest, needing to just feel her against me. She’s content to snuggle against me for a moment, and everything feels perfect.
“Don’t forget, we need to show your mark to whatever representative they send. And I’d feel better if Sable took a look.” I murmur, kissing her hair.
“Sure. We also need to hit up my uncle’s cabin.” Her words are soft and satisfied, sending a thrill through me.
“Whatever you want. I can help you pack.”
She tips her chin, her eyes connecting with mine. “You want me to move in with you?”
She had any doubt? “Of course. Unless you don’t like it here.”
“I do.” She says, running her teeth over her bottom lip. “I guess I didn’t think about it. I’d love to move in. But for today, we can just grab a few clothes, a toothbrush, and my meds.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Slate,” she says, her tone dropping, “I’m on the pill, so we don’t need to worry about that. But I also take an NDRI. I’ve been on it since college.”
I keep my voice casual. “I don’t know what that is, but it’s fine.”
“It’s an antidepressant.”
My chest tightens realizing she was nervous to tell me this. “Okay, no big deal.”
“Yeah, of course not. I just wanted you to know.”
She rubs her hand across her face. Did I react wrong? Or is that regret? Everything happened so fast. Now in the light of day, is she realizing she made a mistake?
I brace myself. If she regrets it or is unhappy with me, I’ll face it. I’ll do whatever she needs. She opens her mouth.
"How are you feeling about seeing your mom yesterday?" Her question blindsides me.
"Fine," I answer automatically. It's a lie. An accidental one, but I still feel a twinge of guilt.
"Do you hate her?" she asks tentatively.
I sigh. She deserves nothing but honesty from me, even if it's uncomfortable. "I never knew her. She left when I was a baby. I mean, her son is only a couple of years younger than me."
"Jasper," she clarifies.
"Yeah." Something about how she says his name bothers me.
She hesitates, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "So, I recognized him," she admits.
My mind goes blank. Why would she recognize my half-brother?
