Round Robin - Chapter 12
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She understands how she ends up here.
Right feels right. Her mouth curls up in a ghost of a smile as she laughs at her own insight. Of course he catches the smile, when has he ever missed anything?
“Think that this is still a game?” His voice takes on a sardonic tone.
She doesn’t smile as she waits for him to catch up to her, “Isn’t it always a game? You bet, I bet and it doesn’t matter who wins or who loses. It’s about the game.”
“When did you become so cynical?”
“I learn fast.”
They arrive at the front door and her breath catches slightly. She isn’t sure she is quite ready for whatever this brings. She understands that she started this but she feels a bit out of her depth.
Just a little bit.
Beside her she feels him move closer; closing the gap between them. Cameron scarcely has a moment to pull in a breath before his lips touches hers. A whisper of a kiss. So soft and warm and fleeting, she thinks she simply imagined it. But then his mouth touches hers again and her eyelids flutter close. This is no dream. This is what she thinks she’s waited for.
House’s lips presses to hers for only a heartbeat before they simultaneously opened their mouths. His tongue slips past her teeth and sweeps over hers. His free hand cups her cheek as his body melds boldly to hers. Their clothes, the moist skin, the heat that arcs between them does a wicked number on her insides. Her entire body is settling into sensory overload. His tongue delves deeper, teasing hers, tangling with it in a sensual dance that leaves her molten and damn near singed to the core.
She pulls away reluctantly, forcing her eyes to open. She wants to keep them closed and stay in the wonderful bubble of emotions he helped to create. But reality is always calling and this game isn’t over.
“Are you ready for what’s next?”
She understands how she ends up here.
Right feels right. Her mouth curls up in a ghost of a smile as she laughs at her own insight. Of course he catches the smile, when has he ever missed anything?
“Think that this is still a game?” His voice takes on a sardonic tone.
She doesn’t smile as she waits for him to catch up to her, “Isn’t it always a game? You bet, I bet and it doesn’t matter who wins or who loses. It’s about the game.”
“When did you become so cynical?”
“I learn fast.”
They arrive at the front door and her breath catches slightly. She isn’t sure she is quite ready for whatever this brings. She understands that she started this but she feels a bit out of her depth.
Just a little bit.
Beside her she feels him move closer; closing the gap between them. Cameron scarcely has a moment to pull in a breath before his lips touches hers. A whisper of a kiss. So soft and warm and fleeting, she thinks she simply imagined it. But then his mouth touches hers again and her eyelids flutter close. This is no dream. This is what she thinks she’s waited for.
House’s lips presses to hers for only a heartbeat before they simultaneously opened their mouths. His tongue slips past her teeth and sweeps over hers. His free hand cups her cheek as his body melds boldly to hers. Their clothes, the moist skin, the heat that arcs between them does a wicked number on her insides. Her entire body is settling into sensory overload. His tongue delves deeper, teasing hers, tangling with it in a sensual dance that leaves her molten and damn near singed to the core.
She pulls away reluctantly, forcing her eyes to open. She wants to keep them closed and stay in the wonderful bubble of emotions he helped to create. But reality is always calling and this game isn’t over.
“Are you ready for what’s next?”