Page 70 of What Should Have Been Ours

“See you, trouble.”

I hang up, shaking my head with a smirk before heading home to take a very cold, very long shower and then get to her as fast as possible.

25

Gabrielle

I’ve been patient. I really have.

But if I have to go another day without having Cam—the way I want—I’m going to lose my mind. And tonight is the perfect night. With the good news he got at his appointment, we don’t have to sit in a pit of anxiety anymore, we can celebrate. And honestly? I’m tired of waiting for him to make the first move.

So I’m making it for him.

I adjust the thin straps of my lingerie, smoothing my hands down the sheer fabric, trying desperately to push down my nervousness.

This is Cam.

I know exactly how he feels about me, and I know he wants this just as badly. There’s no reason for me to overthink it.

I hear a knock at my door and take a deep breath before walking over and opening it slowly. Cam stands there in a fitted black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, his eyes immediately sweeping over me before narrowing slightly in confusion.

“Why are you still in a robe?” His brows furrow. “Gab, we’ve got a reservation in an hour.”

I smirk, stepping closer. “Yeah…about that.”

His suspicion grows as I reach for his collar, pulling him down just enough to press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. His hands instinctively find my waist, and I can feel the hunger in his touch as he’s still trying to figure out what’s happening here.

I pull back just slightly, my lips barely brushing against his. “You look so good,” I murmur.

His eyes flick between mine, and I can feel him catching on. “What’s going on in that devious little mind of yours?” he asks, his voice lower now.

I smile, stepping back and reaching for the tie of my robe. “I just think…I’d rather celebrate your good news…here.” And then I let the fabric slip from my shoulders, pooling at my feet.

Cam goes completely still.

I’ve never seen a man look so wrecked and so desperate at the same time. His jaw tics, and his hands clinch at his side now as he leans against the door, eyes glued on me.

“Gabrielle,” he says, his voice tight. “What—” He shuts his eyes for a second and breaths in. “You’re killing me.”

I tilt my head, biting my lip. “That bad?”

His nostrils flare, his eyes devouring everything in his line of sight. “Not bad. Dangerous…very dangerous.”

I step closer, pressing my palms against his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of it. “Okay? And I like danger, so what’s stopping you?”

He exhales harshly, stepping toward me and gripping my hips. “I’m supposed to be making this special for you.”

I arch a brow, reaching up to trace my fingers along his jaw. “This is special, Cam. We’re celebrating. And if you make me go another day without—” I shake my head and huff a little. “I think I might actually go insane waiting any longer.”

“What about dinner?” he asks, his voice strained.

I drag my fingers slowly down his chest, my nails just barely scraping against the fabric. “We’ll order takeout.”

Cam mumbles several curse words under his breath.

Then the tether completely snaps. In one swift motion, his hands grip the back of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as I wrap my legs around him. Our mouths crash together in a desperate kiss as he kicks the door shut behind him. I thread my fingers into his hair, tugging just enough to hear that low groan I love.

And ugh, I need more.