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His breath shudders out and along with the exhale, I can see the wariness draining from his expression. Camden’s mouth is back on mine, the movement gentle but assured.
I sink into it all the way, pressing into him and moving my hands back to his broad chest. Up over his shoulders and around his neck.
It makes Camden bolder and he slides an arm around my waist. Our bodies press tight and I swear I can feel the thud of his heart against mine as the kiss deepens.
I’m completely and utterly intoxicated by this man… from this very moment. I’m drunk with need to experience more and I mate my tongue more forcefully against his.
Camden growls from deep within his chest, the sound rumbling from his body to mine. His hands are at my hips, gripping me tight and I feel urgency rippling between us.
Tearing his mouth away, Camden mutters, “Jesus fuck.”
I’m breathing so hard, I’m panting.
Oh my God… he made me pant, and that’s when I notice the ache between my legs that I haven’t felt in a very long time.
All from a kiss.
“We’re getting ready to cross a line, Dani. And once we do, there’s no going back.”
My mouth tingles, my blood races and… and… damn it all to hell, I’m turned on beyond measure.
I close my eyes and drop my forehead to his chest. Camden’s fingers flex against my hips. Very easily, I could stop this. I could slow us down, even return us to friendship. We can still go back.
But I can’t.
I don’t want to.
I tip my head, locking my eyes with Camden’s. “I want to cross the line. I’m ready to cross the line.”
“I don’t know.” Layered within the hesitation, I hear the truth that’s probably painful to admit. He wants to be strong in his actions, assured in himself.
“Tell you what,” I murmur, lifting on my tiptoes and pressing my mouth against the hollow of his throat. “I’ll cross it first.” Camden’s hands grip me harder as a harsh breath escapes him. I whisper against his warm skin, moving my lips up to his jaw. “I’m all the way across.” To the corner of his mouth. “Waiting for you to join me.”
I’m unprepared for the growl that tears free of Camden and slightly scared of its primal nature. It sounds like he’s being tortured, but it’s just as quickly soothed as his mouth captures mine.
He retakes control, a hand at my lower back and another at my nape, holding me completely hostage. I’m the one drowning now, helplessly being pulled under a strong riptide of longing and lust. Camden is rock solid, though, and I cling to him desperately as his mouth assaults mine.
I’m vaguely aware that my body is plastered against his, having melted into him because that’s much easier than holding myself up.
And that’s when I notice there’s a particular part of him that’s very hard, pushing into my belly and it causes a rush of warmth to surge between my legs, only to recede and leave behind a deep ache.
My hand trembles as I push it between our bodies and shamelessly palm the length of him. Camden hisses into my mouth before he jerks back to stare at me with wild eyes.
“Danica,” he warns.
The threat in his tone doesn’t scare me but instead turns me on even more. I squeeze him.
“Fuck,” he curses, anger flashing in his eyes followed by what might be a promise of retribution. “We’ve got to slow this down.”
“Why?” I ask, nuzzling into his neck before tipping my head to look at him. “Where are the rules? And why can’t we have this?”
Camden seems at a loss for words and it’s then that I notice he’s not holding me anymore. It’s like a bucket of cold water square in the face as an awful realization hits.
I stumble back into my door, my hand hovering over my mouth as I stare at him wildly.
His eyebrows knit together. “What’s wrong?” he demands.
“I’m acting like a tramp and it’s a turnoff,” I say, confident in my assessment.
