AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Look, if you’d rather not get together tonight, I understand,” he says, once his laughter has died down. “If you’re too tired, maybe we can make it happen some another time.”
Why do I feel like this might be my only opportunity to see him? All of these moments we share seem so fleeting. Like I need to grab hold of them and grip them tightly. Probably because Cam isn’t the type to keep seeing the same woman for an extended period of time. I know he said he wants to see where this takes us, but what if it takes us straight to nowheresville? What if I end up getting dumped next week?
It could happen.
“You should come over,” I tell him, my voice soft, my heart aching to have him close.
“Really?” He sounds excited and he immediately clears his throat, his expression shifting into impassive. Oh, he’s trying to play it cool. That’s cute too. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Just—no strenuous exercise tonight, okay?”
“My workout routine last night was too rough on you?”
“Yeah. I’m more in the mood for some cuddling.”
“You and your cuddling.” He tries to make it sound like an insult, but I know the truth.
He likes it.
A lot.
Minutes after we end our call, there’s a knock on the door, and I go to answer it, sucking in a sharp breath when I find Cam standing in front of me, looking delicious in a pair of charcoal gray joggers and a long-sleeved team T-shirt that fits him like a glove. Showing off every muscle he’s got in his arms and shoulders. His chest and torso and stomach.
Seriously, I think he’s trying to slay me dead.
“Hey.” He’s rubbing his chin, his gaze drifting over me.
I’m wearing his hoodie and nothing else. Not a drop of clothing under this gargantuan sweatshirt. I hurried up and changed into it the moment I knew he was coming over.
“Hi.” I sound breathless, and my skin is starting to overheat, thanks to the lust I see flashing in his gaze. “Come in.”
I hold the door open wider and he strides right on in, resting his hands on his hips as he checks out my apartment.
“This is nice.”
“Thanks.” I shut and lock the door, leaning against it while I watch him. “You were fast.”
He turns to meet my gaze. “I have an early day tomorrow. Can’t waste time.”
“Are you saying I’m a waste of time?” I know that’s not what he means but…
It sort of sounds like that? Or am I just being way too sensitive?
Probably the latter.
“You? A waste of time?” He starts walking toward me, slowly shaking his head. “I don’t think so.”
My worry evaporates at the look in his eyes. My heart starts to pump a little harder, my breaths come a little faster, and when he stops directly in front of me, his hands going to my waist, I inhale sharply.
“Whatcha got on under my sweatshirt?”
I tilt my head back, smiling at him. “Why don’t you check and see?”
His big hands gather up the fabric of his sweatshirt, pulling it up. His gaze drops, focused on my lower half as he slowly exposes me. Revealing that, yep, I’m naked. He stares at me silently for so long, I start to feel restless. And when he finally settles his hot gaze on my face, I feel scorched.
“I feel like I created a monster,” he murmurs, and I can see it in his eyes. His expression.
He’s pleased. He likes that I did this for him. And he’s not too far off the mark. He’s totally created a monster. My entire body aches from what we did last night, and even though I told him I was tired, I can’t wait to do it again.
