Page 7 of Reckless Youth
With a gentle sweep of his hand, he brushed a wayward hair from my eye and tucked it neatly behind my ear, the warmth of my blush rolling over my neck and face.
His breath was warm as he leaned in a fraction of an inch closer. Cam’s eyes latched on to my lips, as he dragged the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. It stirred something inside my belly. My momma always said I had cupid lips, but I always found them to be too big and too plump. But in that moment, the way he looked at me –like he wanted to devour me- and stroked my lip, I couldn’t have been happier.
Cam’s other hand drifted to my waist, as his fingers curled into the feminine curve of my body, sending a rippling shockwave down to my toes.
“I likeyou…” I said in a heated whisper that was carried out into the summer air, as I closed my eyes and lowered my head to avoid the rejection that was sure to come.
It wasn’t unusual that I had feelings for Cam. Why wouldn’t I? I’d spent over twelve years of my life with him, day after day, summer after summer. I rarely did anything without him and Sage.
Sage.
That thought had my shoulders stiffening under the weight of Cam’s presence. The mere idea that something was about to occur between Cam and me, leaving Sage out and unaware, made me feel guilt-ridden. Because it wasn’t just Cam and me. Part of us would always include Sage, and I didn’t want to ruin it. Or deny my feelings for them both.
As if he recognized this, the corner of Cam’s mouth crooked up. “And you like Sage, too.”
I nodded, appreciative of his acknowledgment and acceptance of me and my feelings toward the three of us.
“It’s okay to like both of us,” he reassured, continuing a light brush across my cheek. “We’re okay with that.”
My forehead furrowed. “Have you guys talked about this?”
I didn’t have to explain what I meant. Cam knew whatthiswas. The he, me, him and us. Our friendship and connection. The way our hearts blended together, each a different color and size, creating one beautiful masterpiece.
Cam cupped my cheeks and his sky-blue eyes, dark now with something deeper, and answered honestly.
“Not really. But I know Sage likes you, too.”
My gasp was stolen when Cam’s smile disappeared, and his lips touched mine.
Once.
Twice.
Until I felt like I was melting into the depths of the river, being swept away with the current from the delicious feel of Cam’s mouth against mine. He tasted like watermelon and sunlight.
Cam’s kiss was like the campfires he would start when we camped together in the Smoky Mountains. It started with the tiniest of sparks, the kindling crackling and snapping to life, which soon builds to a deafening roar. Exactly what was going on inside my head as his lips brushed over mine, pulling me deeper and deeper.
My mouth opened on its own accord, as I tilted my head to the side to provide him better access. I had no idea what I was doing or what I was supposed to do, but Cam’s experience and all-consuming method took away my uncertainty and bashfulness and formed it into a ball of need.
My belly clenched in response to the movement of his tongue inside my mouth. The mixture of surprise and lust that laced through my veins, paralyzing me with pleasure. My lips moved in response to his, opening and breathing in his essence.
The sudden rush of wet warmth that flooded between my legs, the ache of something I’d never felt before, emboldened me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. His masculine rumble gave me a glowing gratification over my decision.
Never having kissed or been with a boy in this manner, I wasn’t ready for the jolt of pleasure that came when he pressed his hardened length against the V of my legs, my bikini bottoms and his swim trunks the only barriers between us.
My body screamed for something it didn’t understand it wanted or needed. Every muscle and cell came alive with need - tensing and tightening, flashing with desire. Especially when his tongue swept over my lips, over my teeth with deep, probing flicks. He sucked on my tongue – the sensation zinging low in my belly.
The kiss may have lasted for five minutes. Or forever. I had no idea and lost all sense of time, but we were reluctantly pulled apart by the sing-song voice of my momma calling for me from the house.
“London! It’s time to wash up for supper.”
I let go of a breath I’d been holding in and I stared wide-eyed into his hungry gaze. I’d never seen Cam wear such an expression and it both scared and thrilled me at the same time.
“You best be going in,” he drawled, licking his lip and flashing a lazy grin. “Wouldn’t want your momma to think I was doing anything to corrupt her baby girl.”
But I want to be corrupted by you, I silently pleaded.
My fingers brushed over my sensitive lips, left puffy and tingly from his impressive kissing skills. Now I understood why the girls in our class went cross-eyed over Cam. Especially the girls he’d been with.
