Page 89 of See You Again
James’s stare took her breath away.
“If you want to stop, I’ll go home right now. Is that what you want?” His gaze pierced straight through any of her remaining reservations. “I’m not in the mood to cuddle, Cami.” His thumbs were tender as they grazed her cheekbones in stark contrast to his words.
James tucked Cami's loose hair behind her ear, before he leaned forward, his warm breath wafting over the delicate skin of her ear. “If you ask me to stay, I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.”
His teeth caught her lobe and tugged gently. Cami moaned and clenched her thighs together against the almost painful wave of desire that swept through her at his words.
James leaned back, so that she was no longer pressed flush against him. She could see the desire in his eyes, but his hands remained still.
“Until it absolutely ruins you for any other man. Just so we’re clear.”
He angled his body further away. Watching her.
Cami knew her mouth was hanging open. He wasn’t really touching her anymore, but she’d never been so turned on in her entire life. Her body was molten.
“Is that what you want?” His eyes flashed, and she wasn’t sure if it was a warning or a promise. “Cami?”
She nodded.
“I want the words.”
A flash of understanding. He didn’t just want the words, he needed them.
James needed her to choose him.
“If I’m able to walk tomorrow, I’m going to consider you a failure,” she breathed without breaking eye contact.
The sound that erupted from James’s throat was downright savage, and then his mouth was on her again. Searing. Messy. And Holy Fuck… Hot.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
It doesn’t change anything, James told himself. It was just sex. He looked down to where Cami’s naked body was only half covered in the tangled sheets, her dark curls hiding her beautiful profile. His fingers twitched to run down the smooth skin of her exposed hip.
He ached to lie back down and pull her against him. Wake her up with… His fingers folded in to his palm.
As silently as he could, James gathered his clothes strewn across her kitchen floor and quickly dressed, pushing the automatic lock button on the front door as he pulled it shut behind him.
He was a coward. Sneaking out while it was still dark so that he didn’t have to face her. Face what they’d learned.
The revelation of what really happened the night of the gala made him sick. Sitting in his car, he stared up at the darkened bedroom window. He’d ruined his life because he’d been too proud to hear her out all the times she tried.
And here he was, running again.
James slammed his palms against the steering wheel.
What the fuck am I doing?
He stared hard at the front door.
Get out of the car and go talk to her, his mind yelled.
The shadows by the front porch shifted, and James was suddenly on alert. Something felt off. He scanned the darkness, his nerves tight, but nothing seemed out of place.
His gut churned, and he was halfway up the sidewalk, his gun tucked securely in his waistband, when a large possum scurried out of the bushes, stopping to hiss at him before disappearing again.
James shoulders dropped. He scrubbed a hand over his face. His gaze went to the door just a few feet in front of him.
No. He was too on edge if he thought a possum was a threat. They needed to have a conversation, but now was not the time.