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I follow him over and take a seat. He moves my wet hair out of the way and inspects my head injury. “How bad does it look, doc?”
He chuckles. “Better than I thought now that all the blood is out of the way. You definitely don’t need stitches, but I’m going to clean it and add some antibiotic ointment on it.”
As he’s applying stuff to my head from the first aid kit he brought in, I take the medicine and water bottle he set down beside me and swallow the pills. I try not to wince as he uses a cotton swab to apply some ointment, but it stings some. After he’s finished, Camden puts everything back into the kit and closes it.
“Are you hungry or anything? Do you want something else to drink besides water?” He is standing in front of me awkwardly with his hands tucked into a pair of sweat shorts he changed into. He’s shirtless and his tanned chest is on full display.
I smile up at him. “Honestly, I’m pretty tired. Today kind of wore me out.”
He nods. “Okay. Well, I put some clean sheets on the bed, and I’ll just let you get some sleep.”
I stand and grab one of his hands before he heads out. “Thank you for today and for taking care of me.”
Pulling my hand forward, my chest collides with his warm body. “Please don’t thank me for something that should have never happened. I hate that you were hurt here. I want you to enjoy being at my house and around my friends.”
“I do,” I tell him honestly. “Your house is very homey and other than the fact that there was a minor mishap with Maddox today, I had fun with your friends. I especially like Jules. Emree and I already made plans with her to meet up for your game next weekend.”
He smiles. “I like the idea of you being there. My own good luck charm.” Leaning forward, he places his lips softly against mine. Lifting my hand, I hold his head there, deepening the kiss. If anything, tonight has shown me how sweet and caring Camden can be and in his arms, I feel like everything will be okay.
He moans, pulling me closer by the waist. When his tongue comes out to run against the seam of my lips, I open, allowing him entrance. The grip on my waist tightens, almost painfully, when his tongue meets mine.
I don’t think I will ever get tired of kissing this man.
Camden’s hand begins sliding along my ribs as mine tangles into the hair on the back of his head. He tastes like mint and the flavor is so strong it burns a little. His hands stop just below my breasts and part of me wants to grab his hand and move it up.
I do.
Using my hand that isn’t in his hair, I help him by grabbing onto one of his hands and bringing it to my breast. He stops kissing me and when I open my eyes, his are also open and looking at me.
“Are you sure?” he asks, not moving his hand.
I nod, giving him permission.
He bends down and resumes kissing me while his hand explores my chest. With my lack of extra clothes in my car, I’m left without a bra and the heat from his hand is burning up my sensitive skin through the T-shirt he loaned me. When he rubs his thumb over my nipple, I let out a moan, tilting my head back, breaking our kiss.
Nothing has ever felt as good as Camden touching me in such an intimate way.
With a groan, Camden pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. My heavy breathing matches his as we stand there. The hand on my breast comes to wrap around my neck. “Baby, as much as I want to lay you down on my bed and continue this, you need rest after what happened tonight, and I don’t want the first time I touch this beautiful body to be after my idiot friend hurt you and you’re injured.”
With both my hands at his head now, I pull his hair slightly. “My head is clear,” I tell him confidently, trying to bring his lips to mine again.
He stops me. Closing his eyes, he cranes his neck back, so he is looking up at the ceiling. “You’re pushing me, woman.”
I smile. Seeing the effect I have on him makes me feel sexy. Wanted. Something I have never felt before.
“You get into bed and I’m going to sleep on the couch.” He pecks his lips against mine, grabs his glasses and charger from his nightstand, and then is out the door, shutting it behind him.
After getting into Camden’s bed, I turn the lamp off on the bedside table and snuggle down deep. The sheets are cool and soft against my exposed skin and his bed is that kind of memory foam that has you sinking into it. I could live in the cocoon I’ve trapped myself in if it was socially acceptable to never leave your bed. But alas, I’m sure there would be worry from the people around me.
The walls around me cry out and I can hear the moving of water through them. Someone must be in the shower and I wonder if it’s Camden. Naked. Across the hall. I try not to think too hard about the possibility of his wet, sun-kissed naked skin so close to mine and how it would feel to run my hands along his smooth chest.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to change my course of thought to something less…sexual. But that’s hard when all these feelings are emerging and I don’t know what to do about them. Feeling his mouth on me, his hands on my body, makes me warm all over and I want nothing more than to continue the kiss we had going on earlier.
Rolling over, I count my breaths and hope that sleep comes quickly.
19
CAMDEN
