He let out another of those big hearty laughs, which felt like they were becoming way too commonplace, not to mention irritating.
‘Like right now, for instance.’ I turned and glared at him.
‘Fantasising about fighting me?’ He turned his head, locking eyes with me.
I shrugged casually. ‘Well, that is the sum total of our interactions. And we’re pretty good at it.’
‘That’s not really the sum total, is it?’ His tone had totally changed now, and I didn’t like it.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, fighting wasn’t all we did, and certainly not all we were good at.’
‘You . . . ass!’ I swung my arm and punched him on the arm.
‘Ow! What the hell was that for?’ He was rubbing it now, which I took some satisfaction from.
‘For bringingthatup again!’ I turned my entire body away from him now. ‘Besides, I don’t even remember the details of that night, so I wouldn’t really know.’
‘You’ve forgotten aboutthat?’
‘Yup. Basically,’ I said, forcing as much nonchalance into my voice as possible and pulling the covers over me.
‘I find that very,veryhard to believe.’
‘Believe it!’ I punched my remaining pillow a few times, fluffing it into the perfect shape. ‘I’m going to sleep,’ I announced loudly, inthe hope of putting an end to this conversation, because of course I remembered it, I remembered all of it . . .
I remembered despite a deep and desperate desire to forget.
‘And I’ve had bigger, by the way!’ I added, deciding I wanted to have the last word.
My last word was met with a last chuckle, though. ‘See, you do remember.’
Six years ago
2.25 a.m.
Hour 1
I kissed him. It was explosive, like all the pent-up feelings – the want, the longing, even the fury – just came out of me. Cam’s hands gripped my ass and he lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I kissed him with total abandon. I didn’t care that sometimes our teeth knocked together or that the sounds we made were far from sexy. It was frantic and unrelenting, as though we were devouring each other. Piece by tiny piece. Starter, main course and dessert.
He tightened his grip on me, the pressure so strong it bordered on pain, but in the best way possible. He walked us backwards until my body collided with the wall and pinned me there. He wasted no time in ripping my clothes off, yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it without a second thought.
His mouth moved down to my neck, his teeth, his tongue. His kisses travelled lower, collarbones, lower still, trailing across the tops of my breasts.
‘Oh my God, Cam!’ I groaned, throwing my head back and tugging my bra aside for him. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking until it stung, butfuck, it felt good. I gripped the top of his head, pushing him, guiding him to my other breast, and bucked my hips against his length; I could feel it through the thin material of his boxer shorts. I slid up anddown him as much as I could while pinned to a wall, and then a flicker of a thought pushed its way into my dopamine-addled brain.
Cam had the upper hand now, and I wanted it back.
I let go of his hair and pushed him as hard as I could. He stumbled backwards and my feet landed on the floor. He looked up at me and smiled.
‘So, it’s going to be like that, is it?’
‘It’s always going to be like that, Cam,’ I replied, walking towards him.
‘What are you going to do next . . .baby?’ he asked teasingly, dragging out that last word because he knew it would rile me up. Clearly he wanted me like that.
‘Baby?’ I gave him another push in the chest, and the backs of his knees came into contact with the bed. ‘I’m no one’s baby.’ I pointed. ‘Sit.’
