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I smile and my hand drifts below the sheets, gripping Camden. He hisses and I smile, knowing the effect I have on him. He’s hard and I tighten my grip, gliding my palm up and down. His breathing grows faster, and I know he is close to breaking and giving me what I want.
“Blaire,” he warns.
Turning my head, I look up at him through my lashes. “It’s been more than three days since I’ve seen you and almost a week since you were inside me. Please, Camden. I need you.”
Those last three words are his undoing and in a second he is on top of me in all his naked glory. Camden’s lips crash down to mine as he pushes my legs apart, settling himself between them. I hook one up his hip, loving the feeling of his strong, safe body on top of mine.
His kisses along my body make me feel cherished and I stretch my neck, giving him more room to explore. Not an inch of my skin goes untouched by him. Whether it’s his mouth or his hands, he’s everywhere. My body feels like it is on fire with the anticipation of what is coming.
Reaching to the right, Camden opens the bedside drawer and blindly feels around for a condom, never lifting his lips from mine. Once he finds it, he tosses it on the pillow beside my head and runs his hand up and down my body. His fingers ghost over my belly button and my legs clench around his waist. His small touches are turning me on more than anything. As he looks into my eyes, he brings his head down and pulls my nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough for it not to be painful. I cry out and arch my back.
“Please,” I beg.
He kisses the spot he bit and moves on to my other breast, giving it the same amount of attention. “Please what, baby?”
I scratch at his back as he nips and sucks at my skin. “Please…fuck me.”
In a flash, his face is hovering over me. “Make no mistake, baby, there will be days I fuck you and I am looking forward to those, but after the shit we have been through, I’m making love to this beautiful woman I love more than anything.”
Camden doesn’t give me a chance to respond before his mouth is on mine again. He kisses me so senseless that I don’t hear the tearing of the condom wrapper and in no time, Camden has rolled it on and is positioned at my opening.
I feel the tip ever so close, but he doesn’t move. I shift my hips, encouraging him to enter me, but he just stares into my eyes. “What?” I ask him.
He smiles and leans down, placing a soft kiss on my lips. Pulling back, he’s smiling. “I love you.”
Caressing his face, my smile matches his. “I love you, Camden Collins.”
In the next second, he plunges himself into my body and I gasp for breath, clutching to his back. “Fuck, I missed you.” Camden’s hot breath is on my neck as he struggles for air. Ever so slowly, he begins to rock in and out of me, and I meet him thrust for thrust.
Our bodies are in tune with each other. They have been since the first time. Before he makes a move, it’s as if mine knows what was going to happen next. His thrusts quicken, and I feel that ever loving familiar buildup. As my body shatters around his, my nails dig into his back as I ride the waves.
Coming down from the high, I gasp as Camden pulls out of me and flips me onto my stomach, then pulls my hips up. In a second, he is back in and thrusting faster than ever. I struggle to keep up and before I can catch my breath from the last orgasm, another is coming around the corner and crashing into me. My face is smashed into the pillow as I come and Camden thrusts into me hard one last time before molding his front to my back as he comes with me.
Not being able to hold myself up anymore, I collapse onto the bed, Camden right there behind me. His large body is covering mine and, while it is a slight struggle to breathe, I love the feeling of him on top of me. Especially after we share a moment like this.
“I love you, Gray Eyes,” Camden whispers in my ear before removing himself from my body and rolling to his side of the bed.
Still out of breath, I look over at him. He is lying on his back with one arm thrown over his head as he catches his breath. He removed the condom and threw it into the trash can and now is stretched out on my bed in all his naked glory. Sometimes it is hard to believe this sweet, beautiful man is mine. Mine to love. Mine to cherish. Mine to make love to. Just…mine.
“I love you more than anything in this world, Camden Collins.”
He looks over and smiles at me before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to his chest. He nuzzles his face in the side of my head, taking a deep breath. It’s almost as if he is having the same thoughts. That I am his. Completely.
Never would I have thought this would be my life. Having the best friend a girl could ask for, a group of guys who make me laugh and feel safer than ever, and a man who loves me and has waited for me, despite my ongoing struggles with letting people in. Two months ago, I was only just beginning to open myself up to new possibilities of making friends and venturing out to try all the things I had been avoiding for too long.
Who knew that at my first party I would meet a man who changed everything for me. A man who has shown me I can trust people again and who has taught me how to love not only him, but myself. This beautiful man who terrified me as he stood in his backyard with his penis in his hand has changed my life for the better and I will spend the rest of my life telling and showing him how much he means to me.
EPILOGUE
Camden
Christmas in Florida shouldn’t be a thing. They should cancel Christmas because who wants to spend the winter holiday in seventy-degree weather with sixty percent humidity? I have lived here my entire life and used to dream of that Hallmark winter wonderland Christmas. The best we have is fake snow that is hard as a rock and impossible to make snow angels in.
Despite the pathetic attempt at making it feel like Christmas while people are wearing shorts and tank tops, Blaire insisted we drive the hour out to a park in the middle of nowhere that has set up a Winter Wonderland with ice skating, sledding, and an open field under a dome where people can play in the snow. Although they frown upon adults engaging in snowball fights and have come to tell us we have been too aggressive and need to settle down. If a few kids are in the crossfire, I can’t be blamed for what happens to them. They can learn a lesson at a young age to avoid grown men throwing balls at each other.
After not having snowball fights, attempting to make snow angels in the rock-like snow, and building a snowman that pays no resemblance to Frosty, the eight of us are sitting at a picnic table, drinking apple cider and hot chocolate…in seventy-degree weather. Though the park provides snow jackets when you are in the actual snow, they encourage guests to wear warmer clothes. This only makes me sweat as we sit outside.
“This place is awesome. I’ve never seen snow before,” Blaire says with excitement in her voice.
