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She nodded, her eyes locked on my mouth. “You promised me it would be good with us,” she said.
I closed my eyes and memorized the weight of her against my side. “I did.”
Even though she allowed me to coast my hands along her back and waist, I felt the slow return of tension into her frame.
Then she sighed, sitting up on the bed and giving my torso a lingering look with guarded eyes.
Already, I was losing her again.
Chapter 19
Ivy
All my thoughts were jumbled and cloudy, probably the ramifications of two really spectacular orgasms.
Talk about a pressure valve being released.
But instead of falling into a dead sleep with Cameron’s very nice, muscled arms wrapped tight around me, I stood from the bed and plucked my underwear off the floor, stepping into them with as much dignity as I could muster.
His eyes lingered on every inch of my body, and my skin buzzed pleasantly when I caught him looking at my chest while I slid the bra into place and hooked it in the back.
No doubt about it, I’d go to my grave remembering what it felt like to have his stubbled mouth right there, sucking just shy of too deeply, his teeth scraping almost too hard.
My face was flaming, but I could hardly stand the thought of him being the one to get up and bolt.
So I cleared my throat and faced him. “You know we shouldn’t do that again, right?”
And damn him, Cameron looked me in the eyes, refusing to drop my gaze. My ribs were screwed in too tight, my lungs crushing under the pressure of what I saw in his face.
“Says who?” he asked.
Then he wedged a hand underneath his head like he had all the time in the fricken world.
Weren’t men like him supposed to run once they’d had their conquest?
The charming handsome men with big smiles and bigger hands, who conversed easily and built chicken coops for their moms and kissed like it was their divine purpose on earth.
They had the sex and then left. He’d mounted the wild mustang, or whatever stupid country analogy one wanted to use.
He should be bolting.
Edging out of the room to avoid a clingy woman with hearts in her eyes because he’d just rearranged every particle in my body with that giant weapon he kept tucked away behind his pants.
Honestly, it was just unfair, because he looked like he looked, and knew what he was doing, and was the most gorgeously proportional man in existence.
There was probably a replica of his penis somewhere in a sex toy shop, so women like me could live out the rest of our days with a poor, plastic substitute that would bring a tepid version of what he was capable of.
No. I would not get clingy. Not because of a couple of orgasms. I mean sure, I didn’t know how to do any of this, but I could pretend I was worldly and wise and it would roll off my back and not ruffle a single feather in the process.
“Says me,” I managed, infusing what little strength I had left in my voice. “Now we know what it was like, and …” I stuttered, fishing back in the pile of clothes for my dress before tugging it up over my hips. “And now we can go about our lives.”
He stared at my chest like he hadn’t just licked every inch of what was hidden behind the innocuous white lace. Actually, he stared at it like he wanted to lick it all over again.
I snapped my fingers. “Eyes up here, Wilder.”
That dimple appeared, and my gaze narrowed dangerously.
“Don’t try to grin your way out of this. Get your clothes on and go.”
