Page 50 of Tempt Our Fate
“Camden,” I whisper, unable to form words at what just happened. I squirm, needing friction between my thighs but also wanting to stay locked in the tender moment between us. I don’t want to admit it, but I like the softness of the moment. The way his fingers gently play with my hair, massaging the ache in my scalp from him tugging at it.
I like our matched, heavy breaths as we both try and recover from what just happened.
“What the hell are you doing to me, shortcake?” he says into my hair, pulling me to his chest. He’s given me the best orgasm of my life, fucked my face so roughly that I could’ve come just from how hot it was, and somehow, this is the first time we’ve ever hugged.
“I’m not doing anything,” I admit. Tension still fills the air between us, crackling as if it could explode at any moment.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen between us.” He pulls away, his head going back so he can look at me. “You weren’t supposed to take up so much goddamn space in my mind.” The words lash out from his mouth angrily. But it’s not like he’s mad at me, more like he’s upset with himself.
“Have you been thinking about me, Camden Hunter?” I tease, not ready to admit the number of times he’s crossed my mind since he left for New York.
“If I tell you yes, are you going to use it against me the next time I piss you off?”
This makes me smile, my teeth digging into my bottom lip in an attempt to fight it. “Try not making me mad for once and you won’t have to worry about it.”
He pushes hair from my face, tucking it behind my ears. “I’ll remember that.”
I nod, wondering when things will fall back into place. One heated kiss and a powerful orgasm for each of us isn’t enough to settle the angry tension that’s constantly between us. Or is it?
“Is this when you fuck me?” I ask eagerly, my body heating with the thought.
“I want tosofucking bad. But I told Tommy to stop by tonight, and when I finally get to fuck you, I’m going to take my time.”
“Cancel,” I offer, well aware it comes out more pleading than I’d intended. I know he shouldn’t cancel on Tommy. He’s a nice kid, and my night has already taken a turn I wasn’t expecting. But I want him, more of him—all of him. Anything he’ll give me tonight. “What makes you think that the offer to fuck me isn’t only for tonight?”
He aims a wolfish grin my way. “Because your body is terrible at hiding things.” He squeezes my hardened nipple as if to prove a point. “And I know that you’re in the same boat as me.” He traces a finger along the swell of my breast. “And just like me, you’ll be counting down the seconds until I’m buried inside you once again, except this time, it’ll be your pussy that’s full of me.”
He buttons his slacks, looking down at the ground where his ripped shirt lies.
I laugh. “Tommy might think it’s a little odd for you to be holding a late-night meeting with him shirtless.”
“I’ve got a spare in my office.”
I nod, stepping away from his grasp. It feels cold without the warmth of his body pressed against mine. The thought pops into my mind that we’ve never really said goodbye to one another. He ran away the time we almost kissed on the mountain. He wouldn’t have said goodbye to me tonight if I hadn’t angrily chased him.
“Last chance to fuck me,” I say, backing away toward the entrance.
“It won’t be the last,” he responds confidently, tucking his hands into his pockets. He looks hot as hell, standing in nothing but a pair of dress pants.
“You’re going to have to work for it, then.”
His eyes roam down my body. “I plan on it.”
And right before I walk out the door, he closes the distance between us and lays a chaste kiss to my lips.
“Goodbye, shortcake.”
I press my fingers to my lips, watching him back away as my mind reels with what just happened.
29
CAMDEN
I stareat my computer screen, watching the minutes turn as one of my buyers on the other line drones on about something I should be paying attention to.
It’s been two days since the walls came crashing down between Pippa and me. Our encounter in her cafe, in the gallery, has been playing over and over again in my head, despite the mountain of work I’m supposed to be getting done.
“How does that sound?” Leo asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I sit up in my chair, running a hand down my face because I have no fucking clue what he’s talking about.