“Are you serious?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“So serious.”
He grins against my mouth, kissing me harder. “Fuck, Ellie. You have no idea how happy I am right now.”
“Maybe as happy as I am,” I say, breathless.
He chuckles against my lips. He walks me backwards until my back is against a tree. I tug at his suit jacket, wishing I could tear it off. I wish I could rip off all his clothes right now.
My heart hammers in my chest as I work up the nerve to tell him what I want to do.
“Camden?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m ready. I want to have sex with you.”
He stills and leans back, breaking our kiss. He stares at me, his eyes big.
Gently, he brushes my hair out of my face. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you. Right now.”
Chapter 45
Ellie
Camden unlocks the door to the rental house and holds the door open for me to walk inside. Then he grabs my hand and leads me to our room.
I walk over to the bed and stand next to it, my tummy flipping in anticipation.
Camden closes the door and turns to me, then sheds his suit jacket. He walks over and cups my face in his hand, kissing me softly, slowly, gently.
My nerves start to fade.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready to do this, Ellie,” he says in a soft voice.
I lean back and look at him, my heart swelling in my chest. This is the second time he’s asked me if I’m ready. It means everything knowing that he cares so much about my feelings and my comfort.
A faint pulse lands between my legs. It’s a turn-on too.
I look up at him. “I’m ready.”
He flashes the softest, sweetest smile. Then he unbuttons his shirt and slides it off. My mouth waters at the sight of his bare chest. I’ve seen it plenty of times, but I’m still not over it. I don’t think I ever will be.
My gaze drags along the hard lines and stacked muscle of his torso. He pulls off his pants and socks, leaving him in a pair of gray boxer briefs. I bite my lip at the bulge between his massive thighs.
He holds my face and looks at me. “You’re calling the shots tonight, baby. I don’t want you to hold back, okay? If you want me to stop, tell me. If something feels good and you want more, tell me.”
“I will.”
He leads me in a slow, teasing kiss as he pulls down the top of my dress. My boobs spill out, and he teases my nipple with his thumb. I moan into his mouth, loving how sensitive I am.
When he lowers his head and swirls his tongue over my nipple, I gasp. My clit throbs at how good his mouth feels.
He moves over to my other nipple and glides his hand between my legs. He rubs my clit outside of my dress. I gasp.
When my legs start to wobble, he leans away. Then he gently pulls my dress off, leaving me in just a thong.
