There’s a knock upstairs.
“Come in,” I say in my most nonchalant tone.
Footsteps come down before a Cameron in dark red sweatpants and black t-shirt emerges, looking sexy as hell in my favorite colors.
He smiles at me shyly. “You’re watching the movie without me?”
“What?” Whipping my head to the screen, I remember what I was doing before he texted me. “Oh, right. Yeah, well, we never finished it so...” I trail off.
“Right.” His eyes shift downwards and then back up at me. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all.” Shifting to the other side of the bed, Cam sits against the wall next to me.
We both have our backs leaning on the headboard, eyes forward on the screen, and neither one of us has said a word. I catch a whiff of his earthy smell, and it takes a whole lot of willpower not to touch him.
Should I make a move? Should we talk first? Isn’t that what he came to do anyways, was to talk? So why isn’t he talking?
“You said you wanted to talk,” I spit out quickly.
He jumps a little at my voice and nods nervously. “Yes, I did, I mean Ido.”
“Okay, go ahead,” I encourage.
“Okay.” Cam moves to face me, remaining quiet for a bit while staring at my face with a blank expression. “A lot of the things I needed to say were said recently within songs, dances, gifts, and gestures. But the one thing I’ve said only once so far is that I’m sorry.” He takes in a deep breath. “I’m sorry for all the stress I caused you. I’m sorry that while we were sleeping with each other, I was withholding information from you. I’m sorry for not telling you about David the moment I saw you. I’m so damn sorry for losing your trust, but what I’m most sorry for is putting you in harm’s way. I never knew that David was capable of physical and emotional harm. And if I did, I’d most likely be in jail for knowing what he did and attempted to do to you.”Another deep breath. “I can’t promise you that I’ll never make another mistake or stupidly fuck something up again; however, what I can promise you is that I will…I will…” he stutters.
“You will what, Cameron?” My voice is calm, meanwhile my entire body is buzzing, waiting for the words I’ve been needing to hear since that night.
He exhales a shaky breath. “My life’s mission is and always will be to never make you doubt how much I love you.” As if those words haven’t shaken me to my core, he continues. “This is how I should’ve said it the first time.” He smiles. “I love you, Kamila. Even back in high school, we knew our souls were made for each other and neither one of us ever forgot that. My heart is completely and wholly yours. What I want andneedis you. Just you.” Cam grabs my face in both his hands. “What do you say, Kami? Do you forgive me? Do you want to give us a shot?”
Taking the time to search his eyes for any lies, all I find is pure, honest love. Now that I’ve let my walls down, I can see that this man means every word he is saying and that my entire heart is his too. It has been his since the first day we met in that classroom four and a half years ago. He’s always been mine, and I’ve always been his, we were just too young and stubborn to see it.
I nod harshly in response and at my realization.
He laughs. “Words, Kami, I need words.”
“Yes, yes to both.” Our lips meet, and what starts off as a sweet, romantic kiss, quickly turns into a lustful one. Next thing I know, I’m straddling him. My hands grip his hair harshly, and what I thought was going to be some soft, slow, sweet lovemaking turns into weeks and weeks of built-up tension exploding into harsh foreplay.
He bites my lip while letting out a groan, and I bite it back just as harshly, letting our tongues tangle back together. I pull his shirt up over his head while his teeth clamp around my nipples through the fabric. Yelping due to the pain and pleasure of the sting, I quickly shut my mouth, remembering where we are.
Cam lets out a low chuckle next to my ear. He drops his voice to an almost whisper. “You really need to work on being quiet, baby. This room might be far from theirs, but your screams carry, especially when you come. And tonight, I plan to make that happen multiple times.” He nips at my neck and my hips move on their own accord, feeling his hard dick on my clit. “Yeah, keep doing that; I want you ready for me,” he groans.
“I am ready for you,” I say in between moans.
“Are you sure?” His heavy eyes meet mine as he takes my nipple in between his fingers and pinches them.
Suppressing my scream, I nod.
“Let’s check, shall we?”
Before I’m able to answer, his hand travels under my thong, where I know he’s going to find that I’m practically dripping for him. His fingers reach my clit, but pass it slowly while my breath quickens. He pushes two fingers into me at once, and hisses while I bury my face into his neck, keeping myself from moaning his name.
“You’re always so fucking soaked, Kamila.” He pulls his hand away and adds a third finger.
“Cameron, please.” I grab his hair, feeling desperate and full.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
He grabs my chin so that we’re looking at each other.
