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When we’re in front of their apartment door, Cam places his finger to his lips, making a shushing noise before he shoves his key in the lock and undoes it, opening the door and sticking just his head inside.
“It’s dark in here,” he whispers to me. “He’s asleep.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” I whisper back.
He glances over his shoulder. “Hold on.”
Cam leaves me out on the front stoop of their apartment, shutting the door behind him. I wait, wrapping my arms around myself to ward off the cool breeze that washes over me. The chill in the air sobers me up and worry gnaws at my thoughts, making me think a little clearer.
This is way too risky. We’re being ridiculous. Knox is going to be so pissed—
“Coast is clear.” The door swings open, and Cam is standing there, quickly ushering me inside, an intense gleam in his gaze as he reaches for me.
I follow him into the apartment, my eyes barely having enough time to adjust to the darkness when he grabs my hand and pulls me in deeper. We’re quiet. I don’t even hear us breathe as he tugs me into his room, shutting the door behind us with a soft click. I hear the turn of the lock…
And then he’s on me, as if he’s a starving man, his hands on my waist, his mouth finding mine even in the absolute darkness of his bedroom. I reach for him, circling my arms around his neck as I open to him immediately, our tongues gliding together, his hands roaming upward, lightly touching my skin that’s exposed, thanks to the cut-outs of my dress.
It’s like this for long, delicious minutes. Us kissing and kissing, my jaw growing tired, my entire body on fire from his touch. His lips. I gasp into his mouth when his fingers slide beneath the fabric of my dress, touching the bare skin of my waist, moaning when he shifts to my throat. I tilt my head back, hitting it against the wall when he kisses his way down my neck, licking and sucking my sensitive skin.
I open my eyes, staring into the darkness, my fingers sinking into his hair, clutching him to me. It feels like all of my dreams are coming true, being with Cam like this. His mouth on my skin, his hands on my body. He’s solid and warm and I can feel him, hard and insistent against my hip.
“I’m not.” He pants against my skin. “Having sex.” He sinks his teeth into the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, making me gasp. “With you.”
I go completely still, and he lifts his head so his gaze meets mine. Only a sliver of light shines in through the blinds on his window, but I can make out his handsome face. The seriousness swirling in his gaze. This man is incredibly confusing. “Why not?”
“Your brother is in the next room for one.”
I wince. Didn’t really need the reminder. “Why did you sneak me into your apartment then?”
A ragged exhale leaves him and he presses his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. “Because I had to.” The agony in his voice makes my stomach flip. “And you make me fucking insane.”
It feels good, knowing he’s all twisted up over me, just like I am over him. At least I’m not alone in this predicament, considering for the longest time, I thought I was the only one willing to take it another step.
“Can we cuddle at least?” I trace my fingers down his firm chest slowly, up and down.
“Cuddle?” His voice is hoarse. Raspy. He says the word like a curse.
I nod, rising up on my tiptoes, circling my arms around his neck, my mouth at his ear. “It’ll be nice. I promise.”
His arms circle around my waist, pulling me completely into him, our bodies molded. Fitting together perfectly. He’s solid and hot and hard as a rock, and I initiate the kiss this time, taking from him exactly what I want. Kissing him with total abandon.
He responds, his arms tightening their hold, his mouth becoming more insistent. I let him take over, my tongue tangling with his, our simultaneous moans ringing in the air a little too loudly.
Cam breaks the kiss, his hand slipping over my mouth, covering it lightly. “We can’t be loud,” he whispers. “Someone might hear.”
At least he didn’t say my brother’s name out loud. Talk about a mood killer.
Slipping out of his hold, his hand drops from my mouth at the same time I duck and make my escape, heading for the bed. It’s neatly made with two very flat pillows and I grimace, turning toward him.
“Your pillows…”
“I like ‘em flat,” he says when I don’t finish the sentence. He’s reaching for the front of his shirt, undoing the buttons, and I stare, excitement bubbling within me at every inch of skin that’s revealed.
“I don’t,” I counter, my mouth going dry when he finishes with the buttons and shrugs out of his shirt.
I eat him up with my gaze. His shoulders and neck and chest and pecs. His rib cage and that flat expanse of stomach. The ridges there. His navel and the thin line of hair that leads from the bottom of it, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.
“When you say cuddle, do you mean naked?” His voice sounds so hopeful, I can’t help but giggle.
