Her gaze flicks up, eyes glistening, a crease forming between her brows. “It’s nothing,” she says too quickly. “Just that tonight felt like something I’ll remember for a long time.”
I smooth my thumb along her cheek, coaxing her eyes back to mine. “That’s not nothing.”
She exhales, shaky. “Your mom, your grandma…they’re wonderful. Watching them with you, seeing how close you all are, reminded me of what that kind of love looks like. What itfeelslike.” She swallows. “And for a second, I forgot this is temporary.”
My chest tightens. “Cami?—”
“I know,” she says, forcing a small chuckle that wobbles at the edges. “I’m not trying to ruin tonight. I’m just being silly and sentimental.”
“Hey.” I cup her face fully now, my thumb catching the corner of her mouth. “You’re not silly and sentimental. And honestly, I was thinking the same thing.”
Her breath hitches. “You were?”
“Yeah,” I admit. “I keep forgetting this is temporary, too.”
“Knox…” Her hand curls around my wrist, holding it against her face. “What are we gonna do?”
Her resolve cracks on the last word, a tear sliding down her cheek.
Gently, I brush it away with my thumb, catching another before it falls.
“Baby,” I say, throat tight. “Please don’t cry.”
A small, broken laugh escapes her, scraping straight through me. “I can’t help it. I keep trying to remind myself this is a no-strings fling, but then you do or say something, and it feels like…” She trails off, eyes flicking to mine, pleading, scared, words she can’t finish burning through the silence.
“I know, baby,” I manage, the ache of wanting to say more punching a hole in my gut.
Tracing my thumb beneath her eye again, I move in closer.
Her breath shudders against my mouth, the small space between us dissolving like it never existed.
Our kiss deepens. Every brush of her lips, every slide of her tongue, has my cock growing harder.
Cami shifts beneath me, a giggle slipping free as I lift her shirt over her head.
“You’re naked under this, Bubble Girl.”
Her grin is pure sin. “When am I not?”
The bedsprings groan, and I pause with a murmur against her mouth. “Careful. Grandma’s got supernatural hearing.”
Cami’s laugh trembles through both of us. “Then you’d better pipe down.”
I tip her a crooked smile. “You’re the one who never keeps quiet.”
“Guess we’re both in trouble then,” she whispers, tugging me closer until words stop mattering.
Her mouth finds mine again, softer this time, like she’s savoring every slow press, every breath we share. I slide my hands along the curve of her waist, up to her perfect tits, and she arches into the touch like she’s been starving for it all day.
My mouth trails down her neck, lingering at the hollow of her throat, where her pulse beats wild beneath my lips.
“Oh,Knox…” she breathes, legs shifting to wrap around my hips.
I settle against her, cock nudging her wet pussy, and her body answers me in that instinctive way it always does. Hot and needy.
“This isn’t a fling. Don’t think it ever was,” I murmur against her collarbone, letting my teeth graze the skin there.
She exhales, her quiet chuckle laced with need. “We are so screwed.”
