Page 38 of Made to Be

“What spell was that?” he asked, voice low and husky.

The sound sent shivers racing down my spine, my own dick perking up in interest.

“Uh...” My mind was growing blank. What was the question again? Oh, right, the spell. “A handy one?” I croaked.

I tilted my head back to see his face fully and... Shit, when had he gotten so close? There were barely a couple inches separating us. I could feel the heat radiating from his body which was a good sign that themagic that brought him back to life was still doing its job.

He huffed a laugh, the corner of his lips quirking up in a smirk.

“It certainly is.”

The silence stretched taught between us, sexual tension drawing us closer and closer like magnets being pulled together until the light brush of fingertips over my hip bone snapped me back to attention. I moved to take a step back, but Cam gripped my hip tight, tugging me close. So close that our groins were pressing together, the eager hardness of his erection pushing insistently into my own.

This was escalating very quickly.

I couldn’t help but remember with vivid clarity the passionate kiss we’d shared just the other night. And how I very much wanted to do it again. Right now.

“Fuck,” I breathed out in a weak, breathy gasp.

My eyes fluttered closed as my body leaned into Cam’s touch, desperate for any bit of contact. I vaguely heard the rattling of the cuff’s chain as Cam brought his other hand to trail up my neck and cup the side of my jaw. The motion brought up my own hand which found its new home on Cam’s waist, the muscles hot and hard beneath my fingers. But he wasn’t merely hot, he was burning. Or maybe that was just me. The touch seemed to only incite him further, desire simmering just beneath the surface.

I could feel it, the tension building there, coiling in his muscles as he prepared to pounce.

Fuck it, yes, please pounce!

He was a hair trigger away from snapping, and I wasn’t much better off. My cock was throbbing, aching almost painfully hard as it strained beneath the seam of my jeans. Without thinking, my hips twitched forward, seeking him out and grinding myself against him. A light gasp escaped my now parted lips as Cam released a deep, throaty groan.

“Vic, I want...”

This time, he ground his dick against mine, telling me without words his desires. The force of it made me stumble backward slightly and Cam pursued, my eyes flying open in surprise. Before I knew it, he had my back pressed to the wall, pinning me in place between its chilly surface and the blistering heat of his body.

The dueling sensations had me releasing a shuddering, overwhelmed breath.

I was left to gaze helplessly up at him, his face hovering just above mine. I could feel his heavy breaths puffing out to fan across my mouth and cheeks. My tongue darted out to wet my dry lips and Cam’s lust-filled eyes snagged on the motion. Then they lingered there, on my mouth. My lips tingled beneath the weight of his gaze as if his eyes were grazing them with the lightest, sweetest, teasing touch.

“What do you want?” I asked, barely above a whisper. My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears, thick with this consuming need bubbling inside me.

I could honestly say that I had never been so attracted to someone in all my life. Not one of my past flings or exes could compare to the things Cam was making me feel. And we were still mostly clothed, hardly touching each other. Simply breathing the same air.

He made my heart race.

He made my blood sing.

He made me unafraid to desire a future with someone. A wish I hadn’t allowed myself to truly believe was possible until now.

He leaned down to nuzzle the side of my neck. Electricity bolted through my body and my head lilted to the side in instant reaction and immediate invitation. I heard him inhale deeply, taking the scent of me into his lungs. His body shuddered hard, as if just inhaling me was enough to get him off. And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Warm, wet lips grazed the sensitive skin beneath my ear before his tongue darted out to languidly lick a long, searing stripe up the column of my neck. The cool air of the bathroom hitting my spit-slick skin was shockingly cold.

“You,” he growled.

“Oh,fuck,” I whimpered. Actually whimpered, like the needly, desperate little thing I knew I was.

Our bodies were the kindling.

The sound that escaped my lips was the gasoline.

And Cam’s eager hum of approval was the match.

Then his lips found mine. His mouth pressed a burning kiss against my own. It wasn’t soft or restrained like our first sweet kiss filled with shy hesitance. This was direct, forceful, and even a little brutal. It was starving and needy and everything that I needed from him, from Cam.