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Bane presses his thumb to my bottom lip. Not harshly but with enough pressure that my heart stops for a second. My gaze flies to him, but he’s laser-focused on his thumb. More specifically, his thumbon my lips.
My hand, the one that I just licked frosting off of, drops to his wrist. I don't push him away, the need to know what he's going to do next pounding in my veins.
I don't wait long.
He drags the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip with enough pressure to send dozens of electric sparks flying. They travel down to pool low in my belly.
He tips his chin down and finally, our eyes lock. There's a wildness to his gaze that I haven't noticed before. I feel like we're opposite ends of two magnets, drawn to one another by some otherworldly force.
He steps forward, the pressure of his thumb parting my lips slightly. I'm practically panting now, my breaths coming in a slow rolling wave.
I swallow, unable to look away, unable to think of anything else except him. I feel it then. A shift between us. Something more than the heat and sparks of two people attracted to one another.
24
EVANGELINE
“Bane,”Nova snaps. His voice lashes out like a whip, cracking the air between us.
I startle, unconsciously tightening my grip around Bane's wrist.
“It's alright,” Bane says quietly, brushing his thumb softly across my lip now.
It's such a stark contrast to the pressure a moment ago that it makes me a little weak in the knees.
His dark brown eyes search mine, the ring of amber bright and intense. And after a moment, he pulls away. “You had some chocolate,” he says, pitching his voice louder.
I don't look at Nova's reaction, my focus glued to Bane as he brings his thumb up to his mouth. He slowly sucks the trace amount of chocolate off, his lips lingering a moment longer than necessary. My heart flutters wildly in my chest, and I'm suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of familiarity.
His tongue lashes out to swipe the gooey marshmallow from the side of his thumb. I hold his gaze, the bonfire casting orange shadows along his face.
God is he hot though.
The unruly dark hair, ruffled by the warm breeze off the lake. The sharp jaw and those pouty lips. But it's his eyes that keep drawing me back in. Depthless and dark, like I could spend an eternity by his side and still never reach the bottom.
My heart skips several beats, and I realize that I'm in trouble.
Big trouble.
“I dare you to tell me that isn't the best goddamn s'more you've ever had,” he says, handing me a perfectly crafted graham cracker treat.
I take it from him, the marshmallow oozing out the sides. I take a bite and close my eyes in delight. “It's so good,” I mumble.
“I told you,” he says, eyes twinkling with mirth.
“I believed you, but I also wanted to see your skills in action.” I smirk and swipe my tongue along the side of my mouth, searching for the sticky remnants.
“Here, let me help you,” he says with a chuckle, stepping right in front of me.
My dessert euphoria fades into something much more carnal as he palms the side of my neck, his thumb resting underneath my jaw. He tips my head back and leans in close.
Close enough to feel his breath waft over my parted lips. He angles my face to the left an inch and presses his lips against the very corner of my mouth.
His tongue flicks against my skin, and my knees feel weak at the sensation.
“You missed a spot.” His lips brush against me with every syllable, and I think it might be the very best feeling I've ever felt.
“Bane,” Nova snaps again.
