Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
He shut his mouth and cut his gaze off to the side. “Well…that is…good to know.”
An unlikely smile curled my lips. “You stalk my Instagram?”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me shit. It’s part of being on the hook.”
We stood there in silence for a long minute.
Camden caught his breath, fascinated with his shoes.
I felt like a heel, but I was utterly enthralled by how he was one rung on the ladder away from being a monk.
“Why haven’t you ever been with anyone else?”
His head popped up, his gaze incredulous. “Because I want you! Why is this such a difficult concept?” His long legs swallowed the distance between us. Grabbing my hand, he pressed it into his chest, his heart pounding beneath it. “Five years, five hundred years—it doesn’t matter. I want you, Nora. In my life. In my bed. At my side. Any and every way I can have you. I only want you. I don’t care if it’s messy or complicated. I don’t care if you are still working through the shit-hand life dealt you. I don’t care how it comes or what it looks like. I only want you.” He paused to take a breath, but I’d heard enough.
I wanted all those things too. No, I wasn’t perfect—and messy and complicated were literally the definition of my life.
But I loved him.
My entire life, I had loved Freaking Camden Cole. That had never changed.
I didn’t just press my lips to his; my mouth collided with his like a hurricane hitting the coast. He groaned into my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine, desperate and commanding. I pressed up onto my toes and circled my arms around his neck, but I couldn’t get close enough and I ended up crawling up his strong body.
His hands immediately went to my ass. He ground his cock into me through the confines of his jeans.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Bed. Room,” I panted between kisses.
With heavy steps that were somehow frenzied yet purposeful, he carried me down the hall, straight to my bed. As if taking me to bed were old hat and not only the second time he'd done it, he acted with intention and grace. How was it even possible that, with such limited experience, our bodies recognized the desire they had for one another without much thought or concentration at all?
“Every day. Every night. This need for you never stops,” he rumbled, moving his attention to my neck, sucking and licking until chills exploded across my skin. “You’re mine.”
“I’ve always been yours,” I whispered. “Only yours.”
Leaning to one side, his wandering hand lifted my shirt, the one I’d stolen from him all those years ago. The black bralette I’d tugged on before letting him in didn’t hide much.
But I didn’t want to hide from Camden.
Not anymore.
Not ever again.
Crisscrossing my arms, I tore both the shirt and the bra off in one swoop.
He hissed through his teeth and bit his lower lip, a fire sparking in his blue eyes.
Then I lost sight of them altogether as his head dipped low and he sealed his warm mouth over my nipple.
“Oh, God!” I cried, thrusting a hand into the top of his hair.
“Don’t you ever fucking tell me you aren’t perfect,” he rumbled.
With Camden, I’d always felt perfect. It was when we were apart that my mind would make up stories and scenarios where I wasn’t good enough or couldn’t ever be who he deserved.
Realization hit me. The walls I’d built around my heart crumbled around us one by one.
“Cam, please,” I choked.
He kept his head down, dividing his sensual attention between my breasts. Nipping and sucking, teasing and kneading. “Swear to me this is it. I can’t take another fucking goodbye. Never again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He suddenly sat up. “Say it, Nora. Say you're really mine.”
It required exactly no thought to answer. “I’ve always belonged to you, the same way you belong to me.”
An inferno ignited in his eyes as he hooked two fingers under the waistband of my sweats, tugging them down. My panties followed just as quickly, and in the next blink, his shirt joined them on the floor.
Naked, I sat up and traced the ridges of his abs up to his pecs. He stared down at me, his lusty gaze tracking my every movement.
I kissed my way down his stomach to the sexy V. His breath hitched when I popped open the button on his jeans.
“Make love to me, Cam.”
A growl vibrated in his chest as he kicked his jeans off. When his lips found mine again, the frenzy returned tenfold.
He kissed me hard and his hands roamed my soft curves while I raked my nails down his back, exploring the rigid planes.
Coaxing me to the edge, his long fingers played between my legs until I was breathless with urgency. But, no matter how I begged, Camden took his time, circling my clit between feathery strokes. My climax came in devastating waves with his name clinging to my lips.