“Fuck.” I pant, unable to catch a breath as it all hits me again.
Camden’s cocky smirk goes soft. “I know, baby girl.”
I shake my head, my eyes going to his. “I have to keep reminding myself that this is real. That you’re really here, with my name inked on your skin and—” I roll my lips, my emotions building, making it hard to speak.
“Loving you,” he finishes for me, stepping close. He gently grasps my chin and tilts my head up. “I know, baby girl. People like us, we don’t trust it. But trustthis: I love you. And I’m so damn proud to be branded with your name.”
I tug my lip between my teeth. “Well, it’s really your name.”
His expression turns stern. It’s the kind of look that gets me wet. “Don’t make me take you over my lap and remind you that it will be yours as soon as you’re ready.”
As soon as I’m ready? I exhale sharply.
He dives in, his mouth on mine. I sink into him. Sink into this feeling. Never in my life has another person read me so well. This man knows precisely what to do to quiet my racing thoughts.
With his hands on my ass, he lifts me up and sets me on the bed. Then he tears my leggings down, wedges himself between my thighs, and drags his tongue against me in the most deliciously dirty way, making my toes curl.
“Why the fuck do you always taste so good?” He curses against my thigh. “I could stay between these legs for days, baby girl. I’m never going to get enough.”
Head falling back, I thrust my hips, pushing myself against his mouth. “Good, because I’ll never get enough of this.”
With a hum that only drives me higher, he gets back to work, teasing me with long strokes.
My phone buzzes over and over. The sound makes me grin. The girls—mainly Josie—are probably teasing me about getting distracted.
They wouldn’t be wrong. Camden Snow and his wicked tongue are completely distracting. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We get carried away twice more, fucking on my kitchen counter and then in the shower. Once we’re finally cleaned up, we gather a few more boxes. It’s not quite everything, but my lease doesn’t end until April, so I can come back for the rest when I have time.
“What about these?” Camden points to the three boxes sitting on the kitchen table.
They’re full of memories. Items from when I was a kid. Photos from college and high school. The only picture I have of my mom and me together is in there too.
I shake my head. I don’t want the past to touch what we have. Ican’t avoid my mother, and I really haven’t been trying. She’s the one who hasn’t returned my calls lately. But for now, I’d rather not think about her.
The box on the end, though, snags my attention. Some of my fall decorations are inside, I think. Along with a few toys I loved as a kid and couldn’t bring myself to part with. Stepping up to the table, I pick it up. “Just this one.”
He presses a kiss to my lips and takes it from me. “Okay, baby girl. Let’s go home.”
My breath catches, and a goofy smile spreads across my face. “Home.”
That word and the big smile he’s directing at me make my heart flutter. The excitement dancing in his eyes makes me believe this means as much to him as it does to me.
“Yeah,” he says. “Home.”
I flick off the lights to my studio apartment and lock up. Then I follow Camden down the steps. When we pass the Donadios’ door, I hesitate. I’m going to miss them.
Camden stops at the top of the steps leading to the first floor, then backs up and nods. “We have a few minutes.”
Despite my sadness over leaving them, I still can’t stop smiling. I probably look ridiculous as I knock.
“Did Junior say he was coming over?” Rosalie hollers inside.
“Do you want to rev my motor?” Nick shouts in response.
“What?” she yells as the door flies open. “Oh, Savannah. Camden. Never mind, Nico,” she hollers over her shoulder. “It’s the other kids.”
“What kids?” The motor of his recliner whirs. “And what do you mean rev my motor?”
