Evers & Afters (Dare With Me #2) - J.H. Croix Page 0,40

found my way to her mouth.

With licks of heat racing through me, our kiss got hot and heavy. Her sassy tongue twined with mine as I dove into the sweet taste of her mouth. Too soon, I needed air, which was in short supply whenever I was too close to her.

Breaking free, I took in a gulping breath. Her eyes were hazy and dark, and her cheeks flushed. I could feel the press of the zipper teeth against my swollen and aching cock. My thin cotton briefs weren’t much help when I needed her this much.

“What are we doing, Elias?”

Her voice was raspy and breathy. I just wanted to kiss her all over again. I simultaneously wanted all of her right now, and yet I didn’t want to rush it because then I’d miss all the details.

“Kissing.” I paused and took another breath. “And then, whatever comes after that,” I added.

She was quiet for a few beats, while the air around us felt loaded, quickening with the energy and spark of our desire. “Okay,” she whispered, just before leaning forward and stringing kisses along my collarbone.

Fierce wind lashed the house. The lights flickered, going out and coming back on before going out again.

“Smart move,” I murmured.

I gave in to the urge to trail my hand down and cup her breast. Her nipple pebbled under my touch. I was gratified to discover she was not wearing a bra under her T-shirt.

“What do you mean?” she gasped when I lightly squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“You lit the candles before the power went out.” Reality intruded when another punishing gust of wind blasted the house, rattling the windows. “Is there anything you need to check on?”

“Let me just light the other candles.” She shimmied out from between my body and the counter, grabbing the lighter and dashing around. As she lit the candles, light glimmered in the space.

She pushed her bedroom door open, glancing over to me. “This way the heat from the woodstove will carry in there, so I won’t freeze tonight.”

Crossing over to meet her halfway, I stopped at the end of the couch. “I don’t think you’ll be cold tonight.”

“No?”

I shook my head and waited, giving her a chance to step away and slow down this insanity. She didn’t. Instead, she lifted a hand, trailing her fingertips along with my stubbled jawline before she leaned up for another mind-melding kiss.

This time, I pulled her into a full body clench as I took deep sips of her, feeding off the fire that burned so hot between us. Her curves were soft against me, and my cock nestled right in the cradle of her hips. I savored the feel of it when she rocked against me.

Needing air, again, I lifted my head and turned, catching her hand. She tumbled into my lap when I sat down on the couch and gave her a light tug. Fucking perfect. Her knees fell to the sides of my thighs. Without missing a beat, she threaded a hand in my hair and caught my mouth in another breath-stealing kiss.

My hands got busy, shoving up her T-shirt. Her skin was silky soft, and the fabric of her shirt bunched on my wrists. She reached down, catching the hem and lifting it up and over her head. The sound of it rumpling as it fell to the floor mingled with the other sensations racing through me.

Cammi half-naked in my lap with flickering shadows on her skin was a sight to behold.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured as I pressed open kisses in the valley between her breasts.

I cupped one in my palm, savoring the lush weight as I leaned forward, circling my tongue around her nipple, giving it a suck and lightly grazing my teeth as I drew away. She let out a breathy whimper and shifted restlessly on my lap.

When I lifted my head, she protested, “You have too many clothes on.”

I chuckled. “Should we see who can strip the fastest?”

Her hair swung around her shoulders when she shook her head. “We should just get naked.”

With that bold comment, she shimmied off my lap and pushed her sweatpants down over her hips. I threw my T-shirt aside, only to open my eyes and discover she was wearing a pair of hot pink silk panties. I wasn’t ready for those to go yet.

She had just curled her fingers over the elastic when I caught her hand. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Her dark eyes held mine and she