I grind against his mouth, taken over by the pleasure swooping through me.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my face like a good girl.”
And just like that, another orgasm hurtles through me.
I thrash against the shower wall, my legs giving out completely. I don’t fall though. Camden props me up with his arms while he laps his tongue over my clit.
My head explodes. I can’t think. I can’t form a single coherent thought, not when his tongue feels this good. Not when the pleasure is this intense, I can feel it in every cell of my body.
A desperate noise falls from my lips. I reach up and tug my shaky hands through my hair in an attempt to steady myself.
He pulls away and kisses my thighs, then stands back up. He grips my waist, holding me close against him as he kisses me slowly.
When I can finally see straight again, I take in the smug smile on his face.
He kisses my forehead. “You okay?”
I let out a satisfied exhale and nod. “Very, very okay. I didn’t think I could have that many orgasms in a row.”
“But you did. You did so well, Ellie baby. I’m so proud of you.”
That familiar swell in my chest is back. I love it when he compliments me. I love how sincere he always sounds.
He cups his hand over my cheek and kisses me. Something flashes in his eyes. Something fiery and intense. Something I can’t put words to.
He presses his lips to my forehead. “What a good wife you are, coming so many times for your husband.”
My heart flutters in my chest. A million tinges race across my body.Oh.
I love that too, hearing him call me his wife. I want to hear him call me that a million more times.
That fluttery feeling inside of me expands, letting loose the thing I’ve been pushing aside—the thing I’ve been refusing to admit to myself.
My feelings for Camden. He’s not just my friend anymore. And I don’t just have a crush on him.
It’s so much deeper than that.
I care about him. More than I’ve cared about anyone before.
I think about how, in nine months, we’ll call it quits. We’ll get divorced and go back to being just friends.
A sick feeling rumbles through my stomach. I don’t want that.
He kisses me again, and my head spins. I need to tell him how I feel.
My nerves go haywire as I gaze up at him. I open my mouth, about to speak the words, but then I stop myself.
What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I spill my feelings for him, he rejects me, and the rest of this year, things are awkward and weird between us? It’ll probably wreck our friendship too.
I bite my tongue, holding it all in.
His mouth lifts in an easy smile. “Were you going to say something?”
I shake my head and try to smile. “I’m just tired. Can we go to bed?”
“Sure.”
When we’re all dried off and in bed, he wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight against him.
