Page 20 of You Found Me in the Dark
Her eyes grew wide. I was almost positive no one had spoken this sweetly to her. She looked shocked. But then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she said it.
“I want you to kiss me.”
The breath left my lungs in a quiet rush. Not from shock or hesitation. But from relief. I had been waiting to kiss her again since I found her at the beach six years ago.
I didn’t question it, and I sure as hell didn’t make her repeat it. I leaned in, slow enough for her to pull away. She didn’t.
Our lips met. The kiss was soft at first, like we were bothtesting the waters. But quickly her fingers found the front of my shirt and curled there, holding me to her, and the kiss deepened. I felt myself quickly losing my self-control. I gently bit her bottom lip, pulling a small groan from her. When her mouth slightly parted, I used that as an opportunity to slide my tongue between her lips. She pulled my shirt closer to her as our tongues fought for dominance. That was the first and last time she would win that fight.
By the time we pulled apart, so Wren could catch her breath, my cock was being strangled by pants. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any harder, she began looking at my eyes, then at my lips again, fist still full of my shirt, she leaned back in to kiss me. And in that moment, everything else disappeared.
The ex. The party. The guilt. Even the fear of losing Cam over this. It was just us. Finally seeing each other.
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God, I wanted him. Not just the kiss. Not just the heat of his breath or the way his thumb had traced my jaw like I was something worth memorizing. I wanted to climb over the center console and straddle him. I wanted his hand roaming over my body. I wanted this.
This feeling. This moment. This sense of being seen. And just as the kiss deepened again, just as my fingers fisted tighter in the fabric of his shirt?—
Bzzz Bzzz.
My phone vibrated between us like a tiny earthquake. I flinched. So did Reed. The second vibration came before I even registered the first, followed by a third, a fourth. Each one stacking urgency into my chest. My forehead rested against his while we tried to slow our breathing. A smile crept on his face as if nothing could ruin this moment between us.
I hesitated at first, but then slowly reached into my back pocket to pull out my phone. The screen lit up in my hand.
Big Bro [2:05 AM]:
Incoming Call.
And above that—six missed texts.
Big Bro [12:48 AM]
You good?
Big Bro [1:10 AM]
Wren, where are you?
Big Bro [1:21 AM]
I swear if you’re still with him?—
Big Bro [1:45 AM]
Pick up your damn phone.
Big Bro [1:59 AM]
Wren.
Big Bro [2:00 AM]
I’m coming to find you if I don’t hear from you in 5.
My stomach dropped.
