Page 17 of Reckless Hearts
“I want to taste her on you.”
London removes her finger from Cam’s mouth and I replace them with my lips. Cam’s mouth is blistering hot, my tongue sweeping through the heat, London’s taste melting inside against my tongue.
I deepen the kiss, my hand slipping behind Cam’s neck, taking pleasure in the way he sighs with relief. As if it’s the balm to his pain, relieving his symptoms.
With one hand at the nape of his neck, and careful not to touch any of his scarred skin, the fingers of my other hand travel down his chest, swirling around his collarbone, his mountainous pectoral muscles, and then trailing over the ridges of his abs. When they land on his belly, he sucks in a gulp of air and I bite his lower lip.
“Let me touch you, Cam.”
My body is antsy to touch him. I’ve missed this for so long. While he’s been in recovery, I’ve wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in my arms to show him how much I love him. To prove to him that he makes me complete. They make me whole when everything else in my life has left me in pieces.
“Sage,” he whimpers into my mouth. It’s a plea.
I let go and run my lips over his cheek, his jawbone, relishing in the scrape of his whiskers against my sensitive lips. When I find the shell of his ear, I murmur,
“You’re going to fuck me tonight. And I’m going to take London’s pussy while you take my ass. It’s my gift to you.”
The air in the room shifts, like the current in the river back home in Chester Fork. It’s thick and flowing, dense and weighty. Full of anticipation and movement.
“London, get on the bed, baby. We’re gonna get warmed up.”
