13

Camila

It takes all my strength and courage as I step forward, reach up, and tiptoe to close the gap between Pyke and me. I tug his hair, clinging into him. Pressing my lips into his soft and slightly parted lips as he gasps in surprise. I brush my lips across him in a tentative motion. To my dismay, he’s not kissing me back.

Crap!

I release his hair from my grip, taking a step back.

“Is that all you’ve got, Camila?” His deep voice turns raspier, huskier, and even sexier.

My gaze pin on his blue-gray orbs, holding me captive and hypnotizing me. His eyes sparkle and his pupils dilate. My heart goes gallop when I feel his hand sliding on my waist, pulling me closer to him. A small whimper escapes from me.

Before I can breathe, his lips are already crashing against mine, kissing me passionately. My eyes flutter closed, and I find myself kissing him back, making our li