I openthe passenger side door and slide the dessert behind the seat. Instead of helping Camille inside, I take her hand in mind and pull her close. With my free hand, I thread my fingers into her hair and kiss her. It’s a deep, unapologetic, demanding kiss. I show her just how much she’s mine with every swipe of my tongue, the pressure of my mouth, and the tug of my hands.
I want to tell Camille just how much she means to me, but I don’t want to move too fast with her. Her pain is much greater than mine. But there's no turning back for me. I’m fully in this with her.
She slips her hand out of mine and wraps it around my neck. Pressing up on her tiptoes, she pulls me closer. I can feel every one of her curves against my body, and I ache to rip our clothes off. I need to feel her bare skin against mine.
Our kiss becomes more frenzied, and if I don’t stop now, we’ll put on quite the show in the parking lot. It hurts to break away, and when I do, it leaves us both gasping for air.
“Walk with me.” I manage to get out through ragged breaths. “It’s a warm night. It’s nice down by the lake.”
She nods and wraps her scarf around her shoulders. I take her hand and lead her down a path I’ve taken so many times before. “Before my dad passed,” I start, “we spent a lot of time on Whitefish Lake fishing, camping, and picnicking at one of the many grill spots along this path. I have so many fond childhood memories out here.”
“Do you not come out here anymore?” she asks.
“No. Momma doesn’t enjoy it without Dad. She says this was his spot, and it's not the same without him. But I love it, and want to share it with you.”
Her hand tightens around mine and she leans into me. “How long ago did he die?”
“It was about ten years ago. Heart attack. He was the picture of health. It blindsided us and left us all a little stunned for a while after. But we’ve settled into a new routine without him. It’s not the same, but at least Momma is okay. That’s really all we worry about.”
“Yeah, your mom seems strong. Too strong to let anything get her down for long.”
“That’s true. She’s the rock that holds us all together.”
We fall quiet, and I can tell Camille is thinking about something. I close my eyes and cringe at the thought that I said something to set her off. What kind of idiot brings up his dead father right after a kiss like that? Me, apparently.
I squeeze her hand and lead her to a bench hidden amongst some trees. It provides a perfect view of the lake and mountains, but it’s hidden from the walking trail and anyone passing by. The moon is bright and provides just enough light to see the outlinesof the mountains, but not too much to hide the stars. It’s a beautiful night.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought up my dad. Kind of a mood killer, I guess.”
She waves off my concern and shakes her head. “No, it’s fine. It just got me thinking about Lizzy. Since Mark died, I haven’t exactly been a picture of strength for her.”
I pull her down next to me on the bench and cup her face. I have so much I want to say to her right now, but my fears stop me. If she doesn’t feel what I’m feeling, I’ll be devastated.
Instead, I tell her what I see in her. “Youarestrong, Cami. And brave. Look at you. You're strong enough and brave enough to start a new life for yourself. Most people who’ve lost what you’ve lost would give up. You lost so much more than a husband. That takes time. You have to be kind to yourself while you heal. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Her eyes swell up with unshed tears. I hate the idea of seeing her cry, and I kiss her.
My lips are gentle and soft against hers. I take this kiss slowly. She’s in pain, and being greedy is the last thing she needs from me.
But she has other ideas. This time, she’s demanding and claiming. She kisses me like she’s trying to leave a permanent mark—brand me with her lips, her tongue. And when she slides onto my lap and straddles me, I nearly choke on my air.
“Camille, I—” She takes my mouth with hers before I can get the words out. She knows what she wants from me right now, and she isn’t afraid to take it. It’s hot and sexy. And there isn’t anything I won’t give her.
Her hand runs down my chest and between my legs. She cups my hard cock, and I swell to the point it hurts against the strain of my pants. I can’t breathe. I can’t focus. And I don’t give a fuckthat we’re sitting on a bench along a public hiking trail where anyone could happen upon us.
“Adam, I need you inside me. Now.” She unbuckles my pants before I can respond, freeing my very hard cock. When her soft hand wraps around my length, I gasp.
“Let me take you home,” I beg.
She shakes her head. “I need you now.”
She grinds her center into me, and I growl. The thought of fucking her like this on a park bench is exhilarating, and makes me even harder for her.
I slip my hands under her skirt and rip her thin lace panties in two. “I hope these weren’t your favorite pair.”
She chuckles against my mouth. “Irreplaceable.”
“I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry.” I slip my finger down her slit and my hunger for her intensifies when I feel her wetness. She’s always wet and ready for me, and my ego fucking loves it.
