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“Blair—”
“No, don’t bother trying to talk your way out of this. My mind is made up. I’m done with you, Cam. I’m tired of wasting my time on someone who is so blind that he can’t see—”
“Can’t see what?” I interrupt her.
She’s breathing hard. Glaring at me. Her chest rises and falls, her eyes are wide and she blinks at me, like she can’t answer my question.
“Me,” she finally whispers. “You’re so wrapped up in your negative thoughts, so focused on your faults, you can’t see the good things that make you who you are. And you can’t seeme.I’m right here, Cam. Waiting for you. And you still can’t see it.”
Her disappointment is thick, filling the close confines of her car, making it hard for me to breathe. I don’t even think when I make the next move.
I lunge for her, cupping her beautiful face, tilting it up and forcing her to look at me. She’s trembling, her lips parting, surprise flaring in her gaze. Just as I dip my head and kiss her.
The kiss is wild. Fucking feral. Our tongues do battle and she’s shoving at my chest, like she wants me to stop, yet she keeps kissing me like she can’t get enough.
I feel the same way. The need to push her away yet pull her in close. It’s fucking confusing.
She tastes amazing.
Feels even better, despite the layers of clothing she’s got on. The puffy black coat, the sweatshirt, her jeans, all of it is denying me access to what I really want, but I’m a determined motherfucker and I’m not going to stop until I can touch actual skin.
My fingers eventually find her waist and when I press them into her warm, smooth skin, she sighs into my mouth, melting into me.
That’s it. That’s all it takes. I help her get rid of her jacket and she’s shoving my coat off. I tug on her, encouraging her to come over to the dark side and she does exactly that, crawling over the console, her lips never slipping from mine, until she’s in my lap. A warm, sexy bundle who’s straddling me, her hands in my hair, my hands under her sweatshirt, my fingers skimming over the lacy bra covering her breasts.
“I hate you,” she murmurs against my lips at one point, when I’ve got her jeans unzipped and my fingers are pressed against the front of her panties. “I do.”
“I don’t hate you,” I return, sliding my fingers beneath the cotton to find her wet and hot and ready for me. “I couldn’t hate you if I tried.”
She curls her hand into a fist and lightly socks me on top of my shoulder. “We shouldn’t do this.”
I go completely still, pulling away slightly, so I can stare into her eyes. “You want me to stop?”
I refuse to force myself on any woman, especially this one. She means too much. I respect her too damn much.
Blair says nothing, but I see the way she swallows. The uncertainty in her gaze. I start to withdraw my hand from her panties, but her own hand shoots down, fingers curling around my wrist and stopping me. “No,” she whispers, her head bent, so I can’t see her face anymore.
With my other hand, I slip my fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face back up so our gazes meet once more. She tilts her head to the side when I slide my fingers up her cheek, and she leans into my palm, closing her eyes. I press my fingers against her plump lips, whispering, “Come inside with me.”
She slowly shakes her head. “I can’t.”
I frown. “I don’t have a condom with me.”
A shuddery breath leaves her and she’s quiet for too long.
“I don’t have the heart to go through with this,” she finally admits. “I can’t do this again.”
She’s quiet for a moment and then she adds…
“With you.”
I withdraw my hand from her panties, but she doesn’t crawl off my lap. Instead, she presses her forehead against mine, a ragged sigh escaping her, and then I feel it. Wetness.
Her tears.
“I’m tired, Cam. I can’t be with you like this, giving more of myself to you while knowing you’re just going to push me away yet again when we’re done. I refuse to be your consolation prize.” Finally, she climbs off my lap, falling back into the driver’s seat. She grips the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, the tears now flowing freely down her cheeks.
“Blair—”
