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I rub my palm along her arm to warm her, and her smile grows.
“Is this okay?” My goddamn tongue slips through my lips again. I catch the tip with my teeth, but it’s too late. Her eyes are focused on my mouth.
“Uh huh,” she hums. Her lips part and a tiny cloud from her breath fills the slight space between us.
Focus on your hand, Cameron. Keep her warm. Remember her legs. Show her how to recover. Keep her from falling. Do not fall yourself.
I never fall.
Except with her.
“I’m really sorry about getting in a fight with Cole,” I say, my shame screaming at me from inside. I feel like an idiot for letting him get to me like that. No matter what he said, I should have been able to keep my calm. Her dad and his dad are friends. I’m sure this is causing a problem for her, and if it hasn’t yet, it probably will.
“Don’t be. I told you, he’s all asshole. I’m sorry he’s a better fighter than he looks like he should be.” Her gaze holds on to mine as we both quiver with a mixture of cold and laughter.
“He really is,” I say, a slight shake of my head. I never let my gaze stray far. I’m too enraptured with her expression, with the focus of her eyes, her attention given to me. Her complete attention.For me.
“Hey, Brooky?” I swallow what feels like razor blades. The cold air dries my mouth, but nerves have zapped me completely.
“Yeah,” she responds.
“You know how I said when we kiss, you’ll know?” My brow draws in with a desperate yet hopeful dose of adrenaline. I bite my lower lip and stare at her mouth, praying for the right words to come out.
Instead of speaking, she nods, lips parting for her tongue to taste the cold pink skin.
“Would it be bad if I gave you a heads up when it’s coming? Because I really want to kiss you right now. Like, a real kiss. None of that cheek bullshit.”
Her mouth stretches into a teeth-baring smile as her body quivers with bashful laughter.
“I told you that one wasn’t a real kiss,” she says.
My focus trails from her mouth to her eyes. Her smile reaches them, her cheeks rounding and pushing up on the sides.
“Yeah, you did,” I say.
I hold her stare for several silent seconds, both of us breathing ragged with the cold—and the heat.
She turns slightly and I move to allow her room to move closer, praying she will. Her hands reach toward me, grabbing fistfuls of my damp shirt as she leans into me, lifting herself onto her knees before swinging one leg over my lap.
My hand trails from her arm along her back and finally skimming up the curve of her neck and into her tied back hair. I weave my fingers through the strands, destroying her ponytail when my other hand follows suit, fingers curling against her scalp as she settles onto my lap.
“Brooky, you have no idea,” I say, my eyes searching hers.
She pushes against my chest as she lifts herself to close any gap between us, and I break my promise, letting my gaze scan from her mouth down her neck, along the curve of her breasts to the place where she now sits on my hardon. I can’t stop the stuttered breath that falls out of my mouth as she rocks against me. My hands abandon her hair and move to cradle her face, pulling her mouth to mine. Our mouths fit together as if they’ve found missing pieces, her plump bottom lip sinking between my teeth. I nip at her playfully, encouraged as her lips stretch into a coy smile.
“Brooky, huh?” she teases.
I nod and suck in her top lip, letting it go with a snap.
“You’ve always been Brooky,” I say, running my thumb along her cheek as I lean back enough to see her angelic face. She’s so soft, every curve of her. She’s art; nature drawn to perfection. Her dark hair falls loose and frames her face, cascading over her shoulders, and I wish more than anything I could pull off her shirt so I could see whether her hair is long enough to reach her breasts.
I dare enough to move my hands to her shoulders, then arms. She lets go of her hold on my shirt and her hands drop to her thighs, allowing my touch to travel lower. My thumbs skim the hard peaks of her breasts, causing her to gasp. Her head falls back, exposing her neck. Her skin is pebbled from the cold, but it’s so damn inviting to my mouth. I press long, needy kisses into it, dragging my lower lip over her chin until our mouths meet again.
Rocking into me again, she moves her hands to my hair, winding her fingers in and holding on as we kiss so hard I’m sure both of our lips will be raw by the time we leave this stream. My dick is so hard there is no way Brooklyn can ignore it. She swivels her hips, which only adds to the pressure, and I swell against her.
“Okay,” I say, holding her face in my hands and pulling our lips apart for a bit.
Panting, our hot breath mixing in our intimate space, we sit on this precipice trying to decide where we go from here. This is already so far over the line I thought I’d never cross, and if she has any regrets from this night, it would kill me.
