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I’m a little embarrassed.
The last thing I expected to happen tonight is me grinding on Cam’s erection and making myself come. Well, I only had a little bit to do with that orgasm. Cam helped too, thanks to his fingers.
His extremely thick, expert fingers.
Then he goes and tears my old T-shirt like a savage, so now it’s basically hanging off of me in two pieces, only connected by the neck and sleeves. How am I supposed to walk back into my apartment like this? There will be no explaining what happened.
It’s fairly obvious.
No, what’s most embarrassing is that I’ve now become what I never wanted to be.
Just another girl he’s messed around with in the Challenger.
If I could slap myself in the face I so would.
I’m still clutching him to me, his face buried between my breasts, his breaths hot on my sensitive skin. The shivers are mostly gone, just the occasional twitch running through me, and I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly, trying to calm my racing heart.
“You okay?” His lips tease my skin when he speaks, his deep voice vibrating against me.
Nodding, I loosen my hold on his hair, which allows him to lift his head, his dark eyes meeting mine. “Yeah.”
His smile is slow. “I rocked your world.”
I roll my eyes. He would say something like that. “You tore my shirt.”
“Sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all.
“Something about the way you just said that makes me think you’re lying.”
“I am.” His searing gaze drops to my chest, heating my skin. “I didn’t like seeing you come wearing some other dude’s shirt.”
“Oh my God.” I glance down at myself. “How am I supposed to sneak back into my apartment without a shirt on?”
“I have another one in my trunk.”
“You do?” I ask.
“Yeah. I always keep a couple extra changes of clothes with me. You never know when you’re going to sweat through what you’re wearing after an unexpected stop at the gym,” he explains.
Only Cam would make a surprise stop at a gym and work out so hard he’s sweating through his clothes.
“Besides, you don’t need to wear that asshole’s shirt anymore,” he says vehemently, his gaze dropping to my tattered shirt. “You can wear mine.”
Heat sweeps over my skin at the territorial sound of his voice. I should be offended. Cam Fields doesn’townme.
Or does he?
“You’ll look good in my shirt.” His hand slides up, fingers curving beneath my right breast, testing the weight. “Maybe you could wear it for me sometime.”
“I can do that,” I say without hesitation.
“And nothing else.” His gaze lifts to mine, dark and serious, and oh so captivating. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. “Like tonight. You had no panties on, B.”
“I know.” I sink my teeth into my lower lip, not feeling bad about it at all. “That’s how I dress for bed, remember?”
He nods, his fingers squeezing my flesh, making my core throb again. Already. “Next time, I want you to wear the shirt and nothing else underneath. Got it?”
