I giggle. “You’re ridiculous.”
“No, I’m dying to be your husband, baby girl.”
“Husband,” I whisper. The ache in my chest when I say the word isnothing like the pain that’s plagued me for months. This ache is sweet, addicting. “God, you were barely my boyfriend.”
He smiles. “So what do you say?”
“About?”
He drops his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
“Camden,” I whimper, head tipped back.
“Shh, I’m busy.” He swirls his tongue and tilts his hips, grinding against my core.
After the orgasm he’s already given me, my nerve-endings are ready to fire off again, the sensation of his piercings rolling over my sensitive flesh making my eyes roll back.
“Camden,please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me. Put a baby in me. Make me yours forever.”
He thrusts inside me in one long stroke, stealing my breath and healing my heart at last, his eyes locked with mine.
“You are mine,” he says as he slides out slowly, only stopping when the ridge at his crown rubs at my entrance. Then he slams back into me.
“Yes.” Gasping, heart pounding, I brace myself, eager for more of him.
The pleasure builds quickly, and when the sensation is nearly too much to bear, I squeeze my eyes shut.
He tuts, landing a swift smack to my ass. “Open those eyes. Give me what I want.”
With a groan, I force myself to focus on his face. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
And for the rest of the night we show one another just how much. We fuck, we laugh, we make love, and we remind one another that this is it. This is the love we’ve always deserved.
I’m finally home.
August
“Don’t we normally turn here?” I ask as Camden passes War’s street.
We’re headed to the Warrens’ for dinner. It’s weird, heading to Josie’s childhood home to hang out with her parents while she isn’t even there. Though it feels more natural every day. Since our engagement, we’ve balanced our time with both Camden’s friends and mine. Separately and together.
I still do girls’ nights with Josie, Sutton, and Addie. Hope and Winnie have even been coming lately, since Addie and Winnie’s younger twin sisters have been home from college for the summer and they’re more than happy to babysit. Their presence has only made our girls’ nights more fun. I really like Hope James, and I’ve always loved Winnie.
They’re both incredible moms, and they’re both doing it on their own. They’re the only people I know with young kids, aside from JJ, and since Camden and I are doing everything we can to make a baby, I pay attention to all their advice and watch the way they interact with their children. I’ve even watched Hope’s kids a time or two. Her four-year-old and two-year-old have the most adorable southern accents, and her eight-month-old may be the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.
Hope herself has a bit of a southern drawl too, and I swear she’s wearing cowboy boots every time I see her. I think I may need my own pair. I swear they go with everything.
“I know where I’m going.” Without looking away from the road, Camden squeezes my thigh.
I sigh. “Can’t tell a man anything.”
He chuckles. “Trust me, baby girl.”
