This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Camden shirtless. I’ve seen him in nothing but boxers sporting a boner, so I know how ripped and sexy he is.
But this is the first time I’ve seen his chest all wet and glistening like this and…god, it makes him look even hotter.
The moisture from the beer highlights all the hard lines in his broad chest and abs.Somany hard lines.
My gaze trails down his abs to the hard lines flanking along the sides of his stomach.Wow. Those are nice.
He looks down at himself, holding his sculpted arms at his sides.
“That went pretty well for your first time,” he jokes.
When I don’t laugh, he looks at me.
I bite my lip and hope that my cheeks aren’t bright red. But my entire body is on fire just from looking at him…just from seeing him up close.
Quit drooling and clean up the mess you made all over him.
I step forward and press the towel to his chest.
“I’m so sorry, Camden,” I say again. “I probably ruined your shirt.”
“It’s okay. I’ll get it dry cleaned.” His tone is so easy and unbothered. God, he’s so cool and unflappable. What I would give to be more like him and less of an awkward, nervous mess.
I’m rubbing the towel against his chest furiously. “I’ll pay for it,” I say.
He chuckles. “No, you won’t. It’s not a big deal.”
I don’t say anything. I just keep drying his chest with the towel.
“Um, Ellie?”
“Yeah?”
He winces. “You can stop. You’re giving me a rug burn.”
I look up at him, then drop the towel and touch the red spot on his pec. “Crap. I’m sorry.” I gently press my fingers against his hot skin. “I should get you some ice, or…”
Softly, he wraps his massive hand around my wrist. “I’m fine.”
I still at how low and rough his voice is.
When I look up, that’s when I realize how close we are. Our bodies are touching. I can feel the heat from his skin scatter all over me. Our faces are just a few inches apart.
There’s a flash of something hot and intense in his eyes as he gazes at me. It sends goosebumps flying across my skin. My tummy flips.
I swallow hard. “I’ve really done a number on you tonight,” I say, trying to lighten the thickness in the air between us.
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Have you?”
I nod. “I spilled beer all over you. And I groped you on the dance floor.”
Amusement flickers in his eyes. “It wasn’t so bad.”
His gaze falls to my mouth. He licks his lips, and that familiar faint pulse reappears between my legs.
I want to kiss Camden. So, so bad.
But I can’t. Because we’re just friends.
