Heat simmers through my entire body. My legs are shaking, and I’m making the most desperate noises I’ve ever made in my life.
My clit is throbbing, aching with the need for release. I’m overheated and shaking, and I want more than anything to come right this second.
“Camden, I’m close,” I rasps.
“I can tell,” he murmurs against my skin.
Pressure surges up my chest, and that lightning bolt feeling hits me.
My eyes roll back as I explode. I tug my hand through Camden’s hair, grinding my pussy against his face. I cry out his name. I’m so loud, my throat aches. I can’t help it though. That’s how good this orgasm feels. That’s how good Camden is with his mouth.
My arms and legs shake. It feels like every inch of my body is on fire with pleasure. Even my brain. It’s gone offline completely. I can’t see or think or process. All I can do is lie there as this orgasm ravages me.
I gasp, my lungs aching like I’ve just sprinted a race. I blink quickly, struggling to see.
I finally make out the image of Camden sitting up on his knees and wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist, a fiery and wild look in his eyes.
He leans down and presses a whisper-soft kiss to the top of my thigh. My heart flutters in my chest as I stare at him. I need a second to process just how sweet and sexy he is.
Gently, he pulls my dress back down, then joins me on the bed. He lies down on his side and props himself up with his elbow, then swipes my hair out of my face.
That’s when I realize how my hair is loose now.
I bite back a shy smile, self-conscious that I orgasmed so hard that I messed up my updo.
“You look beautiful,” Camden says, as if he can read my mind. “You always look beautiful when you come.”
That warm feeling settles in my chest once more. I can’t help the giddy smile that breaks free when I look at him.
I run my gaze over his naked body. I swallow hard, taking my time as I admire all those hard lines and stacked muscle.
“And you look like a Greek god,” I say.
He chuckles and kisses me. I close my eyes, humming at how comfortable and easy it feels to be with Camden like this. To be good enough friends that he’s willing to teach me all the sexy things I want to learn in the bedroom.
I still can’t believe it worked out this well.
Is this what it feels like when you’re in a good relationship? Or is it just because Camden and I are such good friends? Because if this is what a good relationship is like, this is exactly what I want.
But you can’t have it. Not with Camden. He’s your best friend who’s doing you a favor. And in less than a year, this will all be over.
I try to ignore how that sinking, disappointed feeling sprouts up inside of me once and instead focus on the moment—on all the good things that are happening. I’m becoming more comfortable with myself in the bedroom. I’m able to orgasm more easily than I thought I could. And it’s all because of Camden.
The muffled sound of fireworks goes off outside. Camden glances over his shoulder toward the bedroom window.
“Wow. Coach Porter got fireworks for his wedding. What a stud,” Camden says.
I sit up. “I wanna go outside and watch. And get some wedding cake. Abby said the chef made it from almond flour and with coconut whipped cream, which means I can eat it.”
He grins and throws on his clothes, then grabs my hand and leads me out of the room. “Fireworks and cake coming right up.”
Chapter 34
Camden
“You slept like a baby on the plane. I’m jealous.”
Ellie chuckles from the passenger seat of my car. “I’ve always been able to fall asleep easily on planes as long as I have earplugs and a neck pillow,” she says.
