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‘Been a while. You told me in the car.’ Cameron moves his hands to rest at her waist and encourages her body to bend into his. She does. ‘And I told you how beautiful you looked tonight. When you asked if my drinking technique is hard and fast and I said it depended on the drinking partner.’ He moves his head to whisper into her ear. ‘I wasn’t talking about drinking.’
Jules’s breath catches then releases on a shaky exhale. Her hand slides up his back to curl over a shoulder. ‘And in the car, when I said I didn’t know why I gestured to you when I said I’d say yes if the right person offered? I was lying.’
If the small space in the lift was hot before, hearing Jules’s confession has the temperature skyrocketing. Cameron cants his hips into hers and she pushes right back. He needs to strip his shirt off, peel off Jules’s dress to press their skin together.
First things first though. They haven’t even kissed.
‘If there’s any area of life that deserves less thought, it’s sex,’ he whispers into her ear before slowly dragging his lips across her cheekbone. ‘Especially a one-night stand.’
‘One night? Is that all this is?’
Feeling his body react to her, the strength of his desire … maybe one night would be smarter. It was hard kicking back feelings for her when she was a voice on the phone and now, with her trapped beneath his body, her warmth lighting him up, her smell and her voice driving him slowly desperate to taste her, it’s a slippery slope ahead of him. He’s not sure if more exposure will build his resistance or erode it so feelings come tumbling in.
All he knows is that the longer he stares at Jules, the more he wants.
‘You said conference fling. That’s four nights.’
Chapter 8
Jules is sweating so much she’s sure rings of it are obvious on her dress. Totally unsexy, and yet, she still feels wildly turned on. Like Cameron has flicked a switch and her body has lit up. Like he’s switched a dozen switches and she’s buzzing with excess energy. And only part comes from her freaking out because nowhere on the napkin currently safe in her suitcase was this eventuality covered.
She’d almost turned down his offer because of it. Her friends suggested a fling but it’s not her number one priority. She wants to know Cameron in the non-carnal way. Yet when she’d considered voicing that to him at the welcome drinks, ants had started marching all over her skin. Down her back, and along her arms, even the bridge of her feet and around in her throat.
Because she wasn’t ready to lose her access to Cameron by blurting out her intentions the second he showed interest in her beyond friendship. He probably wouldn’t have reacted poorly, but probably isn’t good enough. She chickened out.
Then while she was hesitating, her libido grew louder and louder until that ache in her chest to know Cameron was teeny-tiny, subsumed by pure, unadulterated want. And so she’d said yes.
Yes to four nights. Four nights of Cameron. Four whole, entire, sexy nights.
Is it possible for a brain to short-circuit?
The lift opens on their floor and Cameron pushes off from the wall and wraps his hand around hers, tangling their fingers together like they’re a couple on a first date and not two adults about to go and make hanky-panky.
She laughs aloud at the thought. Cameron turns his head to her. ‘You good?’
‘Totally.’
‘Because we don’t have to have sex because you said yes downstairs.’
She shivers as his husky voice caresses her, then laughs at herself.
‘Do you want to call it?’ Cameron slows their approach.
‘Sorry. Yes. No. I just …’ She shakes her head roughly. ‘I have a thing for your voice? And hearing you say ‘sex’ was like foreplay for me.’
Cameron stills. ‘My … voice?’
‘Yeah.’ Jules bites her lip. Why hasn’t she let this man kiss her yet? Where’s Tori’s voice in her head when she truly needs it.
‘I can work with that.’ Cameron shoots her a grin that’s one hundred per cent devious promise, before he speeds up again, pulling them towards his room.
Even walking, her thighs rubbing together, the feel of her own dress fluttering against her skin, is sensual. She’s not going to last a minute once Cameron touches her properly. ‘Should I be worried?’
‘That depends.’ Cameron’s voice drops low, the rasp coming out like actual friction against her skin. ‘Is me stripping that dress off you, kissing down your body, tasting you, feeling you quiver against my tongue … Is any of that worrying?’
Jules’s breath catches, heart trying to beat right out of her chest. Her voice sounds strangled when she says, ‘Not worrying.’
Cameron makes quick work of opening his door and rushing them inside.
