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“Hey, Cammy.” Dropping a kiss at her temple, I step around her into the apartment, trying not to look at that spot next to the door or think about how deep my fingers were inside her last time I was here. Trying not to think about how wet and tight she was. Those desperate little sounds she made.
Damn.
“Did you come straight from the airport?” she asks, following me in.
“Yeah, I thought…” Shit, I don’t even know what I was thinking. And worse, now that I’m back in her place, it’s like I’ve never been here before. I don’t know where to go. Where to sit or stand.
Every spot seems rife with untapped sexual potential. The couch, yeah, I want to punch myself in the face for what I’m thinking when I look at it. The kitchen table, where I’ve sat with her and Matty so many times, I’m mentally defiling with images of Cammy sitting on the edge, bare legs spread while I devour herhappy meal. The fridge, I’d back her up against it, fill her with hard thrusts. I could sit on the overstuffed chair—it’s built for one, but it would be so easy to tuck a finger into the pocket of those sexy jeans and tug her in until she straddled my lap.
No matter where I sit it’s going to feel like I’m putting some damn move on her.
That’s it. I need to leave.
Turning to tell her I’ll be back when Matty gets home, I stop short when I catch those big blues jumping back to mine, lookingso guilty.
So hot.
What was I going to say?
Her teeth sink into the flesh of that lush bottom lip, her eyes dipping to my mouth. Lingering there long enough I can almost taste her kiss again. Christ, I want to taste her again.
“Cammy,” I choke out, fighting the muscles that are straining to reach out and touch.
“You’re not looking at me like a friend,” she says, andfuuuck, the way she says it—a little breathless—isn’t helping.
“Maybe the road trip wasn’t long enough.” Or maybe I shouldn’t have asked about Bob or what her panties looked like.
And then I’m staring at the fly of her jeans, wondering what’s underneath.
Don’t ask.
“Hearts.”
“Huh?”Stop staring, man.
Only how the hell am I supposed to stop when her hands are sliding over her hips, her thumbs skimming beneath the waist.
I gulp watching the denim inch lower on one side, lower. Low enough to expose the fitted white cotton patterned with tiny red hearts.
And then it’smyhand reaching out, my fingers skimming over the waist of her jeans before hooking over the brass button. My knuckles grazing the baby-soft skin below her navel as I tug her closer.
And it’s her fingers skimming light over my forearms to where my shirt is rolled at the cuffs. Her hands smoothing across my chest, dropping lower and then pushing up, up. High enough to slip around the back of my neck.
What is it about feeling her fingers linked like that?
There aren’t a lot of ways to read this. If the girl in my arms was some bunny from two years ago, I’d already be looking for a private space. But this isn’t a bunny. It’s Cammy who dreams of happily ever afters and the kind of forever I couldn’t live with ruining. And so even though I’m starting to sweat from holding myself back, I keep fucking doing it.
Ducking my head, I look into her eyes. “Cammy, this isn’t what you want.” Is it?
“What if I want you to keep looking at me exactly like you are?”
Damn it. Don’t ask. “How am I looking at you?”
The pink tip of her tongue touches her bottom lip. “Like you want to finish what we started as bad as I do.”
I can’t breathe, can’t form words. I need to let her go, only instead of setting her back, my fists ball in the sides of her jeans.
“Just once,” I manage. It won’t be enough. I know it, like I know how to breathe. But I don’t care. I meant what I said, I’ll give her anything.
