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“No.” I shake my head. “You’re the one who said we can’t have sex, Cam.”
“Right.” He looks like he might regret that decision.
“And I can’t give it up to you the first night we kiss.”
“All of our conversations have been foreplay, B.”
“Don’t you think we should continue the foreplay for a little while longer?” I need to make sure he’s serious about this. About me. I refuse to let him fuck me and then forget me.
Nope.
His groan is loud, and now it’s my turn to rush toward him, slapping my hand over his mouth. “He’ll hear you.”
He nods, his hand coming up to circle around my wrist and remove my hand from his face. I let him, my mouth popping open when he licks my palm. The sight of his tongue does something to my insides, lighting me up.
Setting me on fire.
Slowly, he pulls away from me, his hands going to the waistband of his jeans, his gaze locked on mine.
“No naked cuddling then?” he asks with an arched brow.
I slowly shake my head, telling myself I cannot be tempted. “Nope.”
“You won’t take off the dress?”
“There needs to be some mystery here, Cam.” I rest my hands on my hips, my tone a little stern. A lot teasing. My resolve is totally weak when it comes to this man.
He’s currently taking off his jeans. He is literally stripping right in front of me, kicking off his shoes before he tugs the denim from his body. I wish the lights were on so I could really ogle him. Standing here in the semi-darkness and trying to get a good look at everything is proving difficult.
“I’m all for giving up on the mystery part.” He falls onto the edge of the mattress, shoving at his jeans until they’re completely off, leaving a denim lump on his floor. “If you want.”
“Cam.”
“Just saying.” He jumps to his feet, moving quickly as he yanks back the comforter and pats the mattress. “Join me?”
I toe off my shoes, nerves making my stomach churn. “Okay,” I whisper.
He frowns. “You sound nervous.”
“I’m a little nervous,” I admit.
“I’ll keep my hands to myself.” He lifts them up above his head.
That is the last thing I want, though I don’t say so. Instead, I tug the covers down on my side of the bed and crawl beneath them, yanking the comforter up so I’m completely covered.
Cam slides beneath it, the heat radiating off his body and reaching toward me. Trying to lure me in.
It takes everything I have to stay on my side of the bed, the comforter tucked under my chin, my entire body covered. I watch him as he pulls the comforter to about mid-chest, his pecs and shoulders on total display. My gaze greedily roams all over his exposed skin, my heart hammering in my chest at having him so close.
Touchable close.
Kissable close.
Wrap myself all around him and melt into his skin close.
What made him change his mind, inviting me into his home? With Knox sleeping in the bedroom next to us?
My heart starts hammering for a different reason.
