Page 83 of You Found Me in the Dark
“Reed, did you know that Venus is known for its brightness and sometimes for a UFO?” She squeezed my hand and continued walking.
“Wow, really?” I looked up again, “Honestly, I could see that.” I chuckled and looked back to where we were headed.
The path Wren seemed to have created in her mind veered slightly, tucked into the trees, and Wren turned into it, tugging me with her. The hush of the woods wrapped around us like a secret. She stopped, spun on me, eyes darker than before.
“Reed.” Just my name, but it landed low in my gut.
Her mouth was on mine in the next second, hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me down to her like she’d been waiting all damn night.
I kissed her back, pressing her gently against the nearest tree, letting my hands roam over the curve of her waist, her hips, the bare sliver of skin above her waistband that had been teasing me all evening. She arched into me with a quiet moan, and I swore under my breath.
The woods weren’t quiet anymore.
She pulled me closer, fingers already under the hem of my shirt, nails dragging against skin like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
I broke the kiss, breath shallow. My forehead pressed against hers. She looked beautiful in the shaded moonlight. “Hey,” I said, voice low, trying to anchor us for a second. “Are you sure?”
Wren’s eyes met mine—clear, steady, intense in that way only she could be. “Always.”
“You’ve been drinking, baby.”
She smirked, tilting her head like she saw straight through me. “Two drinks over four hours. I’m not drunk, Reed.”
Still, I searched her face. “Tell me your full name.”
“Wren Willow Callahan,” she said instantly. “Want my birthdate too?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, fingers tracing the line of her jaw.
“November seventh. Scorpio. Fierce, loving, and very aware of what I want.”
That made me laugh—and then she kissed me again. Deep and slow and anything but uncertain.
“I want you,” she whispered against my mouth, tugging at my belt. “Right here.”
“Fuck.” I swallowed hard, my hands slipping beneath her shirt, exploring the warm, soft skin of her waist, the dip of her spine. She shivered in the best way, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pressed into her.
“Last chance to stop me,” I murmured, my voice nearly a growl in her ear.
“Don’t you dare,” she whispered back.
So I didn’t.
The forest was quiet except for the sounds we made—breathless moans, rustling leaves, the faint snap of a twig underfoot. The lake lapped gently in the distance, a hush over Sawyers Cove like the world had permitted us to disappear. I lifted her, my hands gripping beneath her thighs, and she came with me easily, legs wrapping around my waist like she’d always belonged there. Her body molded to mine, I could feel the heat of her pussy through her shorts, her breath stuttering against my mouth as I pressed herback against the tree again. I adjusted my hands so I could palm her ass.
She tugged at my hair, kissed me like she wanted to ruin me, like she already knew how. And she did—because when she rolled her hips and whispered my name again, I nearly came in my pants. My fingers pushed beneath her shirt, dragging up her spine, memorizing the curve of her back, the small shiver she gave when I brushed just beneath her bra strap.
“You drive me fucking insane,” I muttered against her throat, kissing my way down to her collarbone. I placed gentle kisses over her now-healed tattoo I had given her. She tilted her head back for me, eyes fluttering closed, her pulse jumping beneath my lips. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Wren?”
“You tell me a lot. But why don’t you show me,” she breathed, her voice ragged, hands already sliding beneath my waistband, dangerous and sure. “Please.”
I groaned—deep and guttural—before catching her mouth in mine again, my control hanging by a thread. I wanted to take my time. I wanted to worship her properly. But the way she held onto me, kissed me, moved with me—it was fire and urgency and the ache of wanting something for so long it burned. Plus, our friends were going to notice if we were gone for too long.
I set her back on her feet and leaned her back against the tree. I slipped my hand between her legs, cupping her aching pussy through the denim, and her whole body arched. Her moan was soft and broken, swallowed by the trees. My other hand held her steady, fingers digging into her waist as I pushed my palm against her, giving her some of the friction she searched for.
She kissed along my jaw, breath hot in my ear. “I want you,” she whispered. “Here. Now. I’ve never been more sure.”
That was more than enough for me. I undid her shorts withshaking hands, kissed every inch of skin I uncovered like it was sacred. She clung to me, her forehead pressed to mine, breathing me in as I pulled her back to me.
