And there they were, two people standing there, panting, amped, raw, vulnerable and—in the clash of bodies and mouths, he scooped her up, hands sure on her ass.Coiling her legs around him, the edge of the pool table was the closest hard surface for the grind of their hips.
Mm, he was good.More.Right there.Harder.This wasn’t enough.Clawing at him, she wanted him out of his clothes, out of his skin, inside her, all the way to his hilt, until not an inch of him—
“Wait.”Struggling for breath, she grabbed his shoulders to push him back.“Wait.We have to wait.”
“No we fucking don’t,” he panted.
On a laugh, she bumped the heel of her hand into his shoulder when he tried to move in again.“You did not wait two years to pop your regrown cherry before we even get to lunch.”
“We’ll go upstairs and I’ll eat anything you want.”Another bump and he backed off, groaning.“Candy…”
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she said, looking at him straight.“Not until we talk about it, figure it out.”
“Doesn’t mean anything?”
Going to him, her fingertips glided up his cheeks to the side of his head to guide him down for one short kiss, then another.
“Wemean everything.Usmeans everything.If we want a future, what we say and do now matters.We have a plan to deal with my past.Our future is just as important.More important.We have to… figure this out together.”
Wasn’t that what he’d said?That him and his partner—wow, partners.
“Live here.”
A second time?At least his asking again proved it was a serious request.Though their hormones were a little hyped, that couldn’t be prohibitive to decision making, they’d likely always be that way.
“I can get on board with that.”This was the safest place and she didn’t want to be without Cam either.“And New York—shit!New York.”
“You’re still going?”
“I have to call Allan,” she said.“He did me a favor, I shouldn’t—”
“Who was the guy?”
“Allan?”she asked, fishing her phone from her purse.“Zairn knows who my boss is and you don’t?”
“Not that guy,” he said, coming over.“The client in New York.”
“Some big shot who—Allan said sometimes men of means appreciate a person who isn’t afraid to challenge them.”
“That’s probably true,” Cam said, plucking the phone from her hand.“Let me call him.”
“No,” she said, stealing her phone back.“I’m a big girl, I can do it myself.Go pour me a glass of wine.”
He smirked.“It’s not even lunchtime.”
“What are you afraid of?That I might get drunk and horny?”
His lips pushed out a little before he nodded.“Right.Where are those twenty inch wineglasses?”
As he disappeared into the store, she smiled.This hadn’t been her plan when she woke up that morning.Hell, it hadn’t been her plan until the words came out of her mouth.
Love.
Again?
She chewed her bottom lip.Did anyone get two bites of the apple?
TWENTY-SEVEN
