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“And you’re not out with friends?” I ask a little shakily as he traces the lace at my hip.
“Didn’t feel like it this year. You?”
Before I answer, I walk my fingers up his back, reveling in the muscles on either side of his spine.
“Same,” I say. “So what are you going to do instead?”
Those Carolina-Cornflower-Cameron-blue eyes spark. “You if you’re interested.”
I push my hands flat against his back until my ring presses into him. I imagine the wordboldstamped onto his skin.
“I’m interested.”
And then I kiss him.
2
CAMERON
She’s interested.Thank the god of saffron and sous vide, she’s interested.
Her lips are cold. Her tongue is hot. And when she pulls away with a laugh, my whole body tightens. I can’t get enough of the way her cheeks swallow her eyes when she smiles, which she does all the time.
“Your place or mine?” I rest my forehead against hers and sweeten the deal. “If you pick mine, I’ll cook for you afterward.”
Obviously I will. I’m dying to fuck her, feed her, then fuck her some more.
But she bites her lip, and the hesitation makes me think she’s having second thoughts, so I take a step back to let her decide. I barely even care if anything sexual happens tonight; I just want to spend time with her. It’s the only sliver of good to come out of the flood at work.
After a moment, she nods crisply. “Your place.” She pushes me back and walks to my sliding door, stepping inside. I follow quickly, shutting the door behind us and resting my hands on her hips as she glances around my kitchen-slash-living room.
“Do you do this often?”
“Used to.” I propel her toward the front hallway. “Gave that up around the time I gave up smoking.”
She snorts, and I feel a spurt of pride at pulling a laugh from this woman with an advanced degree and an erotica collection.
“I’m assuming you’re pretty good at this?” she asks as I lead her upstairs.
“I’m competent.” I glance behind me and catch her eyeing my ass as she climbs. Nice.
When we reach the bedroom, I flip on the overhead fixture. The harsh light’s all wrong, so I switch it out for the small lamp next to my bed. That’s better.
She must think so too, because she sinks onto my mattress and smiles up at me. Thick body, soft stomach, round arms. I’ve been fascinated by the rosy-cheeked milkmaid next door since the day I moved in, and I’m dying to lose myself in that silky mess of blond hair.
I wonder if she’ll put it into two braids if I ask nicely.
“Doyoudo this often?” I ask as she rises to her knees to unzip my hoodie and push it off my shoulders.
“With people I don’t know?” Her laugh is light, and those pink cheeks briefly hide her bright eyes. “No. Never.”
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor, then reach for her sweater. “I thought we covered this. You know me.”
Her shirt joins mine on the floor, and I tumble her backward on the bed. “Not really.”
She twines her arms around my neck, and my lips are a breath from hers as I murmur, “You’ve tasted my food. Far as I’m concerned, that’s all you need to know.”
She slides one of her soft thighs between mine, and just like that, I’m already halfway to heaven.
