Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“They weren't the people wanting to start their own business, or to grow them. The students here fulfilled a big part of me as a teacher because I could see in them how much they wanted this knowledge and what it could offer them. Of course, the resources at the university are much more than here. Which brings me to why I'm here."
Camden looked enthralled as I described my idea of a satellite program for the colleges. I'd set up filming equipment at the community college and teaching the courses, and the students at the university would be able to access them. Both sets of students would get credit for the classes, but I'd be able to keep up with my adult education classes and other work, and I would feel good knowing I really was making a difference. I was giving students access to the kind of education they couldn't have before.
"So, you're staying?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yes. I'm back for good. I know we didn't make any decisions about us …"
"I love you," he said suddenly. I stopped and looked at him, stunned. He moved closer. "I love you, Kristen."
I was speechless for a moment; not totally sure I’d heard him correctly. Camden smiled and took my hands. "I want us to be together. For good."
"I've missed you so much," I finally said. "I want nothing more than to be with you. And I love you too."
He pulled me in, and our lips pressed together in a way that finally let the tension out of my shoulders and I could sink into him. All that worry, all that stress was flooding out of me as I climbed into his lap and his fingers began undoing the buttons of the light sweater I wore over my tank top. As soon as it was off, he pulled the tank up, and I raised my arms to let it slide off me.
I squealed as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and placed me on the bed. I missed him so much, every part of him. But I would be lying if I didn’t say I missed this especially hard. As his shirt flew to the ground, his tight, strong muscles reflecting the shadowy light of the bedroom, I clicked the lamp off and cast us into darkness.
I wanted to feel him. As his clothes came off and mine joined them, he crawled between my open legs and pressed his lips to mine. When he entered me, I gasped and then sank into the pleasure of our bodies finally joining together again.
We made love in the moonlight, and when we were done, satisfied and sweating, our bodies tangled in one another, we whispered our love to each other before sinking off to sleep again.
15
CAMDEN
The bed and breakfast was a popular location for people coming into Murdock from out of town or for folks that wanted to have somewhere nice to stay when they were passing through, but I hadn’t been there other than to say hi to Ryan and Allison since it had first gotten up and running. I had no reason to. With the ranch and everything going on there, I didn’t need a bed and breakfast, and with how busy they were between their business and their progeny, there wasn’t much chance to visit. I tended to catch up with Ryan elsewhere.
But today was different. The news had spread about Kristen’s return and new plan, and Ryan and Allison were itching to have a little bit of fun with an empty house for once. None of the rooms were rented out for the week, and they had been thinking about throwing a party anyway. Once I told Ryan what was going on with Kristen, I got a text message ten minutes later asking if we would be down for a party at their place by an extremely excited Allison.
Kristen was going to meet me at the ranch, and we were going to drive over together but wanted to spend a little bit of time getting fancy for the occasion. That meant I was at home, putzing around trying to figure out something to do with my nervous energy while I avoided getting dressed. I was, thus far, rather unsuccessful.
The shirt, pants, and undershirt were sitting on the bed in a nice little stack, the dress socks rolled up on top of them and my shoes at the foot of the bed underneath. I still had a good hour before Kristen was going to get there, and I was waffling on getting dressed now or waiting a little bit longer so I didn’t get too wrinkled before the party.
Thus, I was standing in my bedroom, wearing a cotton T-shirt and boxers and nothing else, mindlessly flipping through the streaming service attached to the television for something to put on while I waited. Nothing sounded interesting, or if it did sound interesting, it was too long. I hated starting a movie and having to stop for hours or days before finishing it. It completely took me out of it. I often just simply didn’t watch the end of it, ending up reading spoilers online instead.