Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Same,” she says, and then she kisses me. I’m sucked back into that warm, light, wonder-filled place I go every time she’s in my arms, and vow not to do anything to fuck this up.
Not even if I have to…withhold a few things to make sure of it.
Chapter Thirteen
Natalie
We walk the six blocks to the dive bar—Cam carrying me on his back the last two, when my toes start to go numb in my heels—and eat the biggest, juiciest, most sinful black-and-blue burgers I’ve had in years.
We order beers and dance to some of our throwback favorites on the sticky dance floor, teasing each other for our bad taste in music, even though the rest of the patrons seem to enjoy my boy band selections and “Come on Eileen” from Cam. We sing along and bounce with the crowd, having an absolute blast.
But just as I’m about to head to the jukebox to add more songs to our queue, Cam hugs me so tight my feet come off the floor, whispering, “I need to be alone with you,” in my ear. Instantly, I’m lifted up on a wave of joy so intense I’m not sure my body can contain it.
“Yes, please,” I say, kissing him with the words. “You taste even better with a little ketchup and pickle flavor mixed in.”
He smiles against my lips. “You, too. But you always taste good. So fucking good.”
“You, too,” I say, my breath coming faster as the kiss grows more intense—too intense for a public dance floor, but I can’t help myself.
It’s been so damned long. Snuggle time with Crissy is one of my favorite parts of the day, but I’ve been starved for grown-up affection.
But even if I wasn’t in desperate need of a good lay, I think I’d feel the same way. Cameron’s lips, his touch, the way he holds me like I’m something precious he doesn’t want to lose—he does everything so right. He really is a unicorn, and I can’t wait to give him the ride he deserves.
Seriously, I can hardly wait…
I want to straddle him in the back of the cab on the way to his place, but I manage to restrain myself.
Just barely. Which is good.
I don’t want to get arrested before I can unwrap that beast in his pants. He’s been hard for me half the night, and he’s not a small man in any sense of the word—a fact that has me so giddy with anticipation, I can’t resist leaning over and copping a discreet feel beneath the shelter of his coat. “I have a question,” I whisper, as his eyes darken and the muscle in his jaw pops.
“What’s that?” he rumbles.
“Is this one of my dessert options?” I curl my fingers around the hard ridge of his cock. “Because I would really like to taste every inch of this.”
He curses softly as his fingers dig deeper into my thigh, sending a jolt of lust surging straight between my legs. “As long as I get to return the favor. I’ve been having some very vivid dreams about you coming all over my face.”
I bite my lip as I rest my forehead against his with a soft moan. “Oh, yes, please. I want your mouth everywhere.”
“Everywhere,” he promises with an intensity that leaves no doubt it’s a promise he intends to keep.
We tumble out of the car, kissing our way up his building’s front stoop and racing each other up the stairs to his apartment. By the time we reach the door, I’m out of breath and giggling.
He presses a finger to my lips. “My roommates are probably asleep. And unless you want to spend the next two hours playing cards and being interrogated by my childhood friends, we shouldn’t wake them.”
“I’d love to play cards and be interrogated by your friends someday soon,” I whisper back, “but not tonight. Tonight is for making you come so hard you’ll worship me like a goddess until the day you die.”
He hugs me close with one arm, lifting me off my feet again as he claims my lips for a long, slow, head-spinning kiss. “That sounds incredible, but I get to make you worship me first. Ladies always come first in my bed.”
I sigh into his incomparable mouth. “I knew there was a reason I couldn’t stop dreaming about you.”
He opens the door with me still in his arms, carrying me over the threshold before shutting it softly behind us and swaying deeper into the shadowed space.
“Oh yeah?” he murmurs. “What kind of dreams?”
“Dirty dreams, and dirty daydreams,” I confess, too fixated on how close we are to finally getting naked to take any interest in his apartment. I’ll scope all that out later, after I’ve satisfied more pressing curiosities. “I’ve fantasized about riding you like a pony so many times, it’s probably pathological.”