Theirs to Keep

I scooted closer and plopped my bowl down between us. “Well share some with me, and I’ll let you dig into my popcorn,” I told him.

When his smile turned up at the edges, I added:

“Just my popcorn.”

Six

KARISSA

It didn’t happen all at once. But it definitely… happened.

It started with getting cozy and comfortable, leaning against one another as the snacks were finished and the movie wore on. The college kids wandered the creepy church basement. Alice Cooper shambled in, looking even more ghastly than normal in zombie-like makeup.

Sometime between the second dream sequence and the possession, we were holding hands under the blanket. I was pressed against Camden’s lean body, the fingers of his opposite hand traveling lightly up and down the inside of my arm. Normally such a motion would’ve put me to sleep. In this case it made me shiver with excitement, as our clasped hands rested warmly against my inner thigh.

That other hand moved upward, leaving the sanctity of the blanket. It moved slowly, tracing along my shoulder. The fingertips extending, to gently clasp the side of my face. I turned into him tentatively, questioningly. Then our eyes met… and our lips crashed inevitably together.

Holy shit.

My senses roared to life, tiny sparks of lightning flashing through my body as Camden breathed his passion into me. His lips were strong, yet supple. Totally commanding in the way they churned against mine, leaving me excited and breathless and paralyzed with pent-up desire.

The blanket shifted again as he pulled me on top of him. It happened quickly and easily, his strong arms lifting me like I weighed no more than a pillow. Before I knew it I was straddling his lap, one smooth thigh peeking copiously from my short shorts on either side of his big, powerful legs. And now I was holding his face. Leaning down to kiss him with passion and longing, as our tongues clashed and all sense of reality went flying out the window.

You’re out of your fucking mind, Karissa.

The voice of reason again. But right now, the way my body felt being held in his arms? That voice could fuck right off.

“Mmmm…”

Camden moaned into my mouth, all low and growly. Sexy as fuck. And I kept kissing him, my hair falling down over our faces to shield us from the world. The movie was background noise, the giant house all silent and still. We were in our own little world on the couch. Making out with each other desperately, like teenagers in the back seat of a car.

I shuddered as I felt his hands slide to my waist, squeezing me with just enough pressure to let me know the full scope of his strength. At any moment his fingers could move to the front of my shorts. He could pull the little string, and slide them straight down past my hips…

And I would let him.

Hell, I would help him.

“Karissa…”

I was fully in his lap now, my ass grinding against the bulge I could feel growing beneath me. It moved with a mind of its own, completely independent of my swirling, sliding tongue, which was enjoying its own exploration of Camden’s sweet, sweet mouth.

“Kariss—”

I cut him off by biting his lip, gently but playfully. I took his hands in mine and slid them upward over my shirt. I didn’t stop until I’d settled his two big palms over my full, bra-less breasts.

He moaned again, squeezing me possessively. I gasped as his palms slid against my areolae, his fingers closing over my already-stiff nipples through the fabric of my T-shirt.

“We… We can’t…”

I grabbed his hands again, just before he pulled them away. Grinding even harder into his lap, I pushed them back to their original positions.

“We can,” I murmured softly. Kissing my way along his neck, I pressed my lips right up against his quivering ear. “And we are.”

Camden sighed as I traced his earlobe with the tip of my tongue, then clacked my teeth together and growled softly. I pulled back a bit, so I could look at his handsome, stubbled face. His eyes were glassy and far away. Glazed with the same levels of intensity and lust that mine were.

“Take me to your room,” I whispered, kissing him again. “Or take me to my room, if you’d like that better.”

He didn’t answer, didn’t respond. But there was an unyielding passion in his eyes. Longing beyond longing.