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I’ve thought of those moments often over the last couple years, yearned to touch her, hold her like this because, for me, holding her is as easy as holding my stick. She fits perfectly against me. Her hips are made for my hands to hold, and fuck if I’m not getting drunk off the way her scent is consuming me.
Cameron moves restlessly against me again, and I feel her breath catch. I feel her heart hammering in her chest as her breathing becomes erratic. I bring in my brows, confused. What is wrong with her? I get that she is nervous, but she’s nonstop jittery. Shaking, even. Almost as if she can’t control her body. I lean forward, looking at her profile to find her lips parted, her eyes closed, and her face full of a beautiful flush.
I know that look.
I could never forget that look.
Instantly, I wish I had taken care of myself more than once as she blows her breath out in a whoosh and her body trembles against mine.
Surely… No way.
She draws a deep breath as the heat creeps down her neck, her skin shining just as her dress is. My body tingles as I breathe out, “Cameron?”
“Yes?”
“You good?”
“Yup.” The word comes out strangled.
A slow grin takes over my lips because I’m pretty sure she just came. I don’t know how, don’t know why, but I’m fucking jealous I didn’t do it for her.
Or did I?
Well, this is a new development.
I lick my lips before they curve in a wider grin, my heart pounding just as hard as hers. My cock aches in my pants as the line moves up. I let her move without me as my eyes trail down her back, to her ass, to her thighs. As she walks, I focus my gaze between her legs and notice they’re coated with slickness. Just like I expected. Oh, how my cock begs to slide between them. Somehow, I resist. Barely. Thankful we’re in the back of the line, I step in front of her to block anyone from seeing. She looks up at me, her eyes dilated, and her beautiful face still flushed.
She brings her brows in. “What are you doing?”
“Not to sound like a creep, but your thighs are wet,” I whisper. “If I noticed, someone else will. And there is a lot of moisture.”
More heat creeps up her neck to her face as her perfect lips form an O. “Sweat,” she all but blurts out. “I’m hot.”
God, she’s adorable. My eyes challenge hers. “While that’s not a lie, you are extremely hot…that isn’t sweat, Cam.”
Her cheeks burn with color, and breathing doesn’t seem to be working for her. Her voice breaks, and she looks straight through my chest as she mutters, “I peed.”
I hold back my laughter. “Instead of just owning up to what it is, you’re going to tell me it’s pee?”
She doesn’t move. I don’t even know if she’s breathing as I take her hand in mine, pulling her around the corner, much to her dismay. “It’s not that noticeable!”
I scoff. “Cam, your thighs are more reflective than your dress now. If I noticed, anyone can.” I make sure we’re alone before I pull my handkerchief from my pocket and crouch down to her. I tap her ankles for her to open them, and when she hesitates, I look up at her and smirk. “I’m trying to clean your pee, Cameron.”
Her eyes darken, and I can see I pissed her off. “I just want you to know, I could do it myself if I weren’t in this dress.”
“I would expect nothing less,” I taunt, my eyes gazing up at hers.
“It’s a tight dress.”
“Yes, and very short.” Her eyes dance with mine. “Open for me, beauty.”
Her lips press together so hard, they whiten. “And also,” she huffs as she reluctantly does as I ask. “Don’t think you caused it. I’m just nervous, and I come when I’m nervous.”
I don’t even comment on that as I run the handkerchief along her inner thighs, the parts that are showing. I don’t dare go higher, because if I do, I don’t know if I’ll stop. When she jerks, I glance up at her, and her face flushes deeper. With a pointed look, she bites out, “Stop looking at me.”
That won’t ever happen. I want to run my tongue along her thighs, but that may scare the shit out of her, so I settle for the handkerchief. The scent of her blows all my senses to smithereens, and my hand shakes as I wipe away all the evidence of her nerves. “Hell, if I came when I was nervous, I would welcome all the nerves,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood.
“You’re not funny.”
I fight back my grin as I stand, and when she holds out her hand, I look at it before tucking the handkerchief into my front pocket. “I think I am.”
