From the moment they’d met, it had been there.Camden Collier was the embodiment of spark.The personification of chemistry.
“Elle?”Ozzie asked.
Oh, was he talking to her?Focus.Dalton and Noble were leaving their stools.
“Steaks,” Noble said.“Grill.Come on.”
As they disappeared outside, she went around the island, past Cam, to retrieve the meat.The cool fridge air flooded her, though it didn’t cool her down.As her hand touched the steaks, his met her waist.
“You win,” Cam murmured above her ear.“Now I won’t look at your mouth without thinking about my cock.”
Her lips curled as he squeezed then walked away.He wouldn’t look at her mouth without…?Mouth be damned, she’d be thinking about it every minute.For the first time, wild was working out for her.Did it have to be so unsatisfying?
EIGHT
PARTIES COULD BE planned fast.As she found out when Ozzie showed up with his folder full of numbers.Any time she used Cam’s name, people bent over backward.Paid to be good in his field apparently.
Over the next two weeks, Ozzie and the guys helped plan the party.Everyone was excited and wanted input.Their excitement bred hers.They were veterans, but she was a Camden Collier party rookie.Everything had to be just right.
The party came at the perfect time.The extra work distracted from the tension between her and Cam.Helped that the guys were around more too.Less—rather, no—alone time.So she and Cam transitioned from their random kiss back to colleagues.They had to.What was the other option?They kissed.So what?Not every kiss meant something… even when it felt that good.
“Take the rest outside,” she said, pointing the young server to the external bar.“Keep it away from the speakers.”
The woman exited as she noticed another server humphing a box onto the island.
“No, not there,” she said, pouncing a step closer.“Nibbles are being laid out there.Take them outside.”
People moved left and right, carrying out last minute preparations.
In the corner of her eye, Cam descended the stairs.Security was stationed there already.The hefty guys parted and unhooked the chain attached to opposite banisters.
When he saw her, he whistled.“Where you been hiding that dress?”
She did a slow turn.“Thought I should make an effort for my unicorn.”
“I like it,” he said, stopping in front of her, giving the place the once-over.“You’ve done an amazing job.”
“I had a lot of help from your friends.”
His fingers slid between hers.“I think you did the lion’s share.”
“Where are we going?”she asked as he led her around the pool table.
“Want to show you something.”
He went to the door between the dartboard and beer fridge and opened it, scooping her body in front of his to urge her in first.
“In the restroom—” when she saw the baskets on the vanity, she bit her lip, subduing her words and her laugh.Lollipops.Dozens and dozens of them.That wasn’t a her thing, that was all him.
He hooked her hair back from the front of her shoulder.“Decided they should be a regular feature.”
Music burst to life and she turned her smile to his reflection.“Guess the party’s started.”
“Not yet.”
He reached over her to retrieve one of the lollipops.Opening it, he tossed the wrapper in the trash and offered it to her lips.She opened to let him slip it between them, sucking it in while turning around.
“Except…” she said around the sweet, drawing it from her lips.“History dictates, we’re supposed to share.”
