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As Harold’s footsteps petered out, I expected Cameron to let me go. Instead, he dragged a thumb over my jawline, his hand slipping from my throat and moving up into my hair. With a tug, he tipped my head upward, my lips so near to his.

I blinked up at him, losing myself in those gold-flecked eyes.

‘He’s going to kill me, isn’t he?’ I said, moaning as he ran a finger over my lower lip.

‘No. I wouldn’t let him.’

His thigh pressed between my own, sending a thrill through me as I fought the urge to press harder against him. ‘Why do you care? You hate me, right?’

His glare intensified as he pressed his already hardening dick against my stomach.

‘I hate that I was forced to marry you.’ His lips brushed my cheek as he spoke, his voice strangled. ‘I hate that you were forced into my life, and my home, against my will. I hate that I have no control. I hate that you are hot and cold with me. I hate that you are used as a threat to hurt me.’

I whimpered as he ground his thigh against me, his actions and words colliding in a way that filled me with confusion.

‘But most of all, I hate that you’ve wriggled beneath my skin and that I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I hate that I don’t hate you anymore. It would be so much easier if I did.’

My pulse quickened as my heart ached for him, realising he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.

‘I hate that I want to hole up in my bed with you and never let you leave. I want to forget that anything else exists beyond us. I hate that I want to kiss you so badly that it hurts.’

He took a ragged breath as he stopped talking and looked into my eyes.

‘So kiss me,’ I breathed.

He slid his other hand into my hair to join the first and rested his head briefly against mine before I closed my eyes, breathing him in. Up close, I could smell his spiced aftershave and soap, and beneath that, an addictive smell that could only be him. Then our lips met, ever so tentatively at first. It was soft and searching, both of us exploring one another as we knocked down an emotional wall together.

Cam trembled against me as he pulled me full against him, his chest pressing into my tits as he enveloped me entirely between him and the wall. My body responded with an increasing pulse between my legs. His tongue caught mine and I moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. Tingles sweep over my skin, bringing goose bumps to the surface as I lost myself in him. He dragged his fingers down my throat and traced them over my collarbone as he broke the kiss, leaving me bereft of his hot mouth.

We breathed hard against each other as his lips explored my neck, heat following wherever he touched. I was on fire, his touch burning through me and igniting deep inside of me.

‘Fuck,’ I whispered as he nipped at my earlobe, my legs jellifying below me. He groaned against my neck and I couldn’t resist taking another taste. I pulled his mouth back to mine and feasted on him, giving in fully to the desires that had wracked me since our honeymoon. I nipped at his lower lip before slipping my tongue back into his hot mouth, whimpering as he dragged me up the wall with his hands beneath my ass, wrapping my legs around his waist. The kiss could have gone on for seconds, minutes, fuck hours. I’d lost all track of time and complete control of myself.

‘Let’s go home,’ Cameron said when I finally allowed him to pull back, ‘otherwise I’m going to end up screwing you right here against the wall.’

‘Benny better drive fast. I’m not sure I’ll make it all the way to Edinburgh.’

Cameron’s lips were swollen from kissing and he’d never looked sexier as he smiled at me. That full smile he so rarely shared.

The Harold problem would have to wait. I wanted him so fucking badly. Wanted to experience joy with Cameron before I went and ruined it all.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

CAMERON

We’d kissed.

She was everything I’d imagined she’d be. Soft, sensual, so responsive beneath my lips. I’d barely been able to contain myself, my senses so full of her.

The atmosphere in the back of the car was thrumming, so thick and palpable that even Benny seemed to feel it as he drove us home. It took every bit of willpower to keep to my side of the back seat, to keep my hands off of Maeve. She was like an addiction, and I wanted to surrender entirely to her thrall.

The lights of the city enveloped the car, my pulse quickening as we neared the apartment. I wanted to kiss her until my lips bruised, until she melted into me, until there wasn’t a single inch of her that my lips were unfamiliar with. One taste hadn’t even touched the surface. I needed more. So much more.

As we pulled up to the building, I’d ripped my door open before Benny could even fully come to a stop.

He stepped out, but I was at Maeve’s door before he could reach it, helping her out myself. She blushed as she slipped her fingers into my hand and allowed me to steady her.

Benny looked a little lost at my theft of his job, but fixed us both with a warm smile. He’s always been a favourite employee, a truly good person, despite being embroiled in a dirty business. I tried to have him assigned to our Edinburgh area as much as I could, so he didn’t have to be involved with Father too much.

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