Page 94 of Camp Bliss
It felt so good, I squeezed tighter.
Then so did he.
And now, I can feel him everywhere. My cheek is pressed to his pec. His heart is racing. Mine is too. He smells like sweat and autumn and man.
I love it.
We’re frozen and quiet for a moment that teeters on something both thrilling and terrifying. Like the edge of a cliff.
Tipping my gaze up to meet his may as well be the riskiest thing I’ve ever done. But when our eyes lock, phosphorus and fire blaze in his. I’m spellbound. He shifts his gaze to my mouth.
Oh my God.
Is he going to kiss me?
Kiss me,my heart commands.
Please.
His brows furrow, and for a moment, Zach looks almost angry. Fed up. Like a man two seconds away from flipping a table.
Then he’s closing the distance between us.
And that tiny motion is all I need. Our lips collide when I meet him halfway. I feel the press of his lips in every cell of my body, as powerful and penetrating as a crack of thunder.
When he cups my face, it happens naturally. Instinctively. My head tilts. My lips part, and his tongue darts out, the tip of it just brushing the tip of mine.
I gasp at the pleasure. The incredible pleasure. And I open for him.
We may as well singe the very air around us.
With one hand low on my back, Zach pulls me tight against him and moans. And holy hell, what is this? It’s like I’ve been waiting for that sound, that hungry, hopeful sound my entire life.
My hand slides behind his neck, the thick curls at his nape offering me purchase. I tangle my fingers in them and hold on.
The kiss pulses and grows, like ripples in a pond, spreading everywhere, covering everything. And I never want it to end.
He tastes like life. Like joy. How will I ever be able to stop? I just want to—
His phone rings. The sound cuts the air in the clearing and buzzes its impatience against my thigh.
Sense returns. My eyes fly wide. And for a fraction of a second, Zach’s grip on my face tightens, and he makes the sound of refusal.
LikeNo, don’t go.
But then his focus sharpens, and he steps back.
The phone rings again, shrill and painful to my ears.
We stare at each other. I’m not sure what he sees in my face, but he looks both stunned and… anddisappointed?
I raise a hand to my lips. Maybe to shield myself from that look. Maybe to touch them to prove that I’ve been kissed. That I didn’t just imagine that searingly hot moment between us.
Zach scowls, and when he does, my heart plummets.
Oh God. What have we done?
His phone rings again, and I want to yank it out of his pocket and throw it into the woods.
