Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Our eyes are locked.
“You don’t have to like me, Margaret,” I say calmly. “But, as my son’s grandmother, I will try my best to like you……. although you are making that increasingly difficult.” I glance over and Natasha smirks.
“Now, if you don’t mind cutting down on your dramatics, I’m here for Jordana’s birthday. Go and make a scene somewhere else.”
The room falls silent and I turn to Cameron and kiss him on the lips quickly. “I’ll be out the back, baby.” Then I turn and head out the door.
“Hell, yeah,” I hear Joshua mutter as Natasha giggles.
I smirk and head outside without looking back.
Fuck off, you old mole. I’m not taking your shit and I’m not backing down.
I do things my way.
29
I read the text from Cameron and smirk.
It’s Thursday lunchtime now. We’ve been flirting all week and, other than the quick kisses he gave me when he dropped Owen off, we haven’t been alone at all. The Sunday family dinner at Natasha’s cemented that we are officially trying again. We went back to his house and had a big talk after dinner and I agreed to try and give things a go. We snuggled on the couch while Owen watched television. Cameron didn’t push for anything because he knew I wasn’t ready. Things are good between us and I think I’m finally ready to move on. He can sense it.
I missed you last night.
I glance up at him across the cafeteria table and our eyes lock. He’s sitting with Amber, listening to her babble, yet he’s messaging me. I text back.
You getting soppy on me, Stanton?
He smirks and texts back.
Totally.
What are you going to do about it?
I text back.
That depends.
An answer fires straight back.
On what?
I read his reply and write back.
On what you want me to do
about it?
He glances at me and texts back.
Since we both know I’m about to die from a massive s
perm overload, I think you
already know what I need.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. Jeez, this is highly inappropriate cafeteria behaviour, but he’s just so fun to sext. I write back.
Tell me what you want?
I want the details. All the sordid details.
He raises an eyebrow and his dark eyes drop to my lips before he replies.
I want to start with you on your back, n
aked, your legs wide open for me.
I want to inhale every inch of you with my tongue.
You have no idea h
ow badly I need to taste you.
How badly I need to be inside of you…
That will do. I look up to see the desire dancing like fire in his eyes, and my body starts to tingle with arousal. When he looks at me this way, it’s like I can already feel his touch on my skin. Another text bounces back.
Get Jenna to mind Owen tonight
Come over.
Spend the night with me.
I smirk and write back.
Come over or come under?
He smiles sexily.
You will come under a
nd then you will come over.
I need you.
Good God. I get a vision of riding that beautiful, big cock. God, it’s been so long.
Nine weeks.
Nine weeks without him touching me feels like a lifetime. I text back.
I will see what I can do.
xoxo
It’s after nine when I knock on Cameron’s door.
I waited until I got Owen to bed before I came over. If he knew I was coming here without him, there would have been hell to pay. Cameron answers the door in his boxer shorts and nothing else. He smiles down on me. I didn’t tell him I was definitely coming, but I’m pretty sure he’s happy that I did. My eyes drop to his broad, muscular chest and the chiselled abs.
My heart somersaults in my chest. He’s just so perfect.
“Miss Tucker,” he breathes as he steps forward and takes my face between his hands. His eyes hold mine as he bends and kisses me. He’s all suction and domination.
I smile against his lips as his hips grind against me, and I feel my sex clench in appreciation of his hard body. He grabs my hand and rips me roughly into the house, slamming the door shut behind us.
He walks through to the kitchen and sits me up on the counter. He spreads my legs in my dress and runs his hands up my bare thighs.
Goosebumps scatter my skin as he looks at me. “Do you have any idea how badly I need you?” he whispers.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. For the first time in nine weeks, we’re alone. This could be dangerous.
He grabs my hair in his hand, pulls my head back, and kisses me. His tongue slides through my open mouth and I sigh against his lips.
My eyes shut and I moan. Oh God, I need this.
I need him.
His mouth drops to my neck where he bites and sucks me so hard I think I’ll be marked tomorrow, but I don’t care. I want him to mark me.