I bounce with every step he takes, my eyes level with his amazing ass. And yes, noticing that right now is strange, but it’s seriously incredible. Like a bubble, except he’s tall and large, so it’s perfectly proportional with the rest of his body.
I actually consider taking a bite out of it before I catch myself and curse under my breath.
I will not bite Camden Snow’s ass.
Only when we’re in his living room does he flip me back over and ease me onto the couch. Then he takes a good ten steps back, heaving a breath, like he’s just realized how absurd he’s being.
He should be embarrassed by the behavior. He’s a grown-ass man.
Honestly, I’m embarrassed. I don’t understand the effect he has on me, and I don’t know how to make it stop.
“Can I get you something to drink? Tea?” He runs his hand through his short hair and turns one way, then the other, his movements jerky, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
While he’s freaking out, I search for something to focus on that isn’t the gray sweats hanging low on his hips. Or his bare tattoo-covered chest. Or the eight-pack I’d like to lick again.
See? There we go with the absurdity again.
I’m borderline feral for him and I hate myself for it. Because whileI’m eye-fucking every inch of the man, he can barely look me in the eye.
“No, seriously,” I say, my cheeks flaming. “I’m sorry I showed up here. I’ll see if one of my friends can pick me up.” I stand and shuffle to the door, unlocking my phone as I go.
I’m sure Addie will come get me. I feel bad waking her, but she only lives a few blocks away.
Camden groans, the sound loud enough to echo around the enormous room. “Why are you determined to piss me off?”
“What does that even mean?” I spin back to him, hands on my hips. “I apologized and offered to get out of your hair.”
He stalks toward me, fists balled at his sides, jaw clenched.
On instinct, I take a step back, then another, stopping only when I bump into the door.
“Does it look like I want you to leave?” he grits out. “I just dragged you inside.” He slaps his palm to the wall beside my head and heaves in a rough breath. “Fuck, you make me want to put you over my knee and spank some sense into you.”
As heat floods my veins, I jut my chin. “So do it.”
His attention drops to my lips, but only for a second before his eyes are locked with mine. “Baby girl, you have to stop with these games.” Slowly, he angles in and brushes his stubbled cheek with mine. When he ghosts his mouth over mine, I suck in a breath, trying to steal a taste.
It’s irrational how fiercely I need this man.
“What if I don’t know how?” I whisper.
His blue eyes flare with heat. “Then I’m going to be forced to teach you a lesson.”
I press my chest into his and nip at his lips, tugging on his bottom one until he groans. “Okay, Daddy.”
SEVENTEEN
CAMDEN
My cock strainsagainst my sweats. Fuck. I’m dying to get inside this infuriatingly beautiful woman.
Instead, I suck in a breath, holding tight to the modicum of control I still possess.
Today has been a complete mindfuck. After my flight home, the encounter at the bar, and putting up with my sister on the drive to the airport, I’m fucking exhausted. But there was no way I was gonna sleep when I got home. Not when this woman consumed my thoughts. Now, I’m running on pure adrenaline and nothing else.
I press my hips to hers so she can feel what she does to me, and with my mouth on hers, I murmur, “The problem is you want the punishment too much. And it wouldn’t be right for me to reward your bratty behavior.”
Green eyes flaring with anger and heat, she pushes against my chest.
