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This moment.
I wrapped my arms around him.
“Tell me you understand,” he asked.
I nodded. “I absolutely do.”
And I appreciated it more than he would know. In fact, my eyes were threatening to well with tears before he kissed me.
Slowly.
A speed that only emphasized everything he’d just said.
And when he pulled away, he kept our faces close. “That doesn’t mean I’m not fucking dying to touch you. Hell, I can’t even wait another second.”
He was suddenly lifting me off the chair and into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist, my hands gripping the back of his neck, and he carried me into his bedroom.
Like I was weightless.
Like I was his possession and he was going to do everything to please me.
When I landed on his bed, I realized this was a room I’d never been in before.
But like the others, this one was just as romantic.
A fireplace had been built into one of the walls and was roaring with flames. The curtains had been drawn, and through them, the sun was casting its warm glow across the whole space. The decor was black and charcoal, wood and stone—all rich in texture.
A room that was as sexy as the way he was looking at me.
He backed up a few paces and nodded toward the spot next to me. “Open it.”
I didn’t even realize what he was talking about until I looked at my side and saw the rectangular-shaped box that was secured with a black ribbon and bow.
I glanced between him and the present. “You got me something?”
“I gotussomething.”
I pulled the ribbon, sliding it off, and lifted the top of the box, moving the tissue paper aside to pull out the slinky, silky sexiness.
“Camden,” I breathed as I held the lingerie in the air, “this is gorgeous.”
The nightie was a dark emerald green, outlined in black lace, with spaghetti straps. Cups that would fit my breasts and a shape that would hang over my body just loose enough that I could move freely, but tight enough that it would show my body, especially since it would land far above my knees.
“I want you wearing that when I come back.” He reached for the bag of sex toys that he must have placed in here before dinner. “I’m going to go wash these.”
As he walked into his en suite with the bag in his hand, I quickly stripped off my clothes, starting with my shirt and jeans and then my bra and panties. I took the nightie from where I’d placed it on top of the box and slipped it over my head, the soft material tickling my skin as it lowered down my arms and chest, my stomach and thighs.
There was a mirror on the wall next to Camden’s bed. A placement that I found a little strange. I was sure it was there for a reason other than checking out his outfits in the morning. I walked over to it, and as I took in my reflection, I adjusted my breasts and straightened the bottom hem of the dress.
Emerald was a color I never wore. I leaned more toward blue since it matched my eyes.
I was surprised at how much I liked it. That he’d been able to choose my size and a style that would fit my body type without asking his sister for those specifics.
“Fuck me,” I heard from behind me, the sound like a growl.
Just as I looked over my shoulder, he was there. Inches away. He reached for me, wrapping his arms around my stomach, and his face went into my neck, breathing me in.
His hard-on bulged against me while he was shirtless, wearing just his jeans.
