“I just see what I see,” I manage, grabbing my glass and taking a long sip of my drink.
When I put it down, Cam glances at it and then at me with a considering expression. Without taking his eyes off mine, he reaches over and wraps his hand around my glass, giving it a half spin. Then he lifts it to his mouth, his lips landing right on the spot where my own just were. After a single sip, he puts the glassdown and, with his eyes still on mine, runs his tongue along his bottom lip, like he’s trying to capture the taste of me.
His eyes flash, his hand inching higher on my thigh. Heat sears through me, and I shoot up from my chair like my ass is on fire.
“Bathroom,” I squeak, not waiting for anyone’s reaction before I bolt out of the room.
“This is fine,” I mutter, staring at my reflection in the mirror of the upstairs bathroom where I fled after my not-so-subtle escape from the dining room. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.”
My bright eyes and flushed, slightly sweaty face are definitely givingeverything is fine.
It’s fine that Cam practically had his finger on my clit at my parents’ dining room table.
It’s fine that Brian was sittingright therewhen it happened.
It’s especially fine that I’ve stopped caring about all the reasons why Cam and I absolutely, positively can’t happen.
See? One hundred percent, completely fine.
Having told myself enough lies to get through the rest of the night, I open the bathroom door and stop cold because Cam stands right there, leaning up against the wall opposite the bathroom with his long legs crossed in front of him and a wide smirk covering his stupidly handsome face.
A face I want to kiss every damn inch of.
“Everything okay, Wildcat?”
Gorgeous, gorgeous asshole.
This is so not fine.
I take a step forward until we’re practically chest to chest. “You know perfectly well that everything is not okay,” I hiss. “All night you’ve just been…there.” I wave my hands at nothing in particular. “Sitting next to me and touching me and what the fuck was that thing with the drink?” I narrow my eyes at him. “You had your own drink, but you had to take mine and turn the damn glass around so you could put your lips where mine were, and don’t you dare even tell me that’s not what you were doing because it so wa?—”
Whatever else I was about to say dies on my lips when Cam grabs my hips and spins us so my back is against the wall. One hand grips my hip, and he presses the other into the wall above my head, his big body leaning into mine, crowding my space. He dips his head so his mouth hovers next to my ear again, but this time I know it’s not to tease, causing my entire body to quake. “That’s exactly what I was doing,” he says quietly, his voice raspy and his lips grazing my skin with every word he speaks. “Because it’s been almost seven weeks since I had your lips on mine. That’s seven weeks too long, and if the only way I could have them was to share your drink, I figured that would be enough. But it turns out, that wasn’t enough for me.”
Cam lifts his head and looks at me, lips just inches from mine. The darkness and hunger in his gaze has butterflies exploding in my stomach. “Was it enough for you?”
No.
The answer comes at me, swift and certain, and suddenly, none of it matters. Not my job or the team or the fact that we’re standing in a hallway in my parents’ house where literally anyone, including Brian, could find us. Because Cam smells like cedar and spice and everything I’ve ever wanted, and he’s looking at me like I’m his reason for being, and I think if I don’t kiss him in the next ten seconds, I will actually cease to exist on this earth.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, reaching up to tangle my hands in his hair, yanking his mouth to mine.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CAM
The second our lips touch, my brain shorts out, my only thoughtthis this this fucking this. The sound that rumbles out of my chest is filled with relief as I slide the hand on Maddy’s hip around her back, yanking her against my body and bringing my free hand from the wall to cup her cheek.
With a groan and a thumb under her jaw, I tilt her head back and tease her lips open, pushing my tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. My entire body lights up with the memories of the last time we did this, with the way she tastes and the sounds she makes and the way her body feels pressed up against mine. Like we fit together. Like we were made exactly for this moment. The kiss is slow then fast, deep then light. All. Everything. The kind of kiss I feel from the top of my head all the way to my toes.
It’s a battle for dominance. Hands roving, lips moving, bodies straining to get closer, closer, and closer still, until I wonder whether I can just crawl directly inside her skin and live there forever.
Maddy lets out a sexy little whimper, winding her fingerstighter in my hair, tugging the short strands and pressing her hips against mine, her whimper turning to a moan when she feels exactly how this kiss is affecting me. My cock is rock hard, and I cant my hips forward, pressing her more firmly against the wall. I reach down to grip her thigh, pulling her leg up and securing it around my hip, grinding my cock over her core.
“Oh my god,” she mutters, tightening her leg around me and rolling her hips with another moan that goes directly to my dick. “That feels so good.”
And fuck, it’s better than good. So, so much better. I feel the heat of her even through the barrier of the clothes between us, and every single nerve ending in my body is screaming, the need to feel her with nothing in between us, to get inside her again, overwhelming.
Somewhere in the recesses of my brain is the thought that we should slow down. That we should talk about what this means. That against a wall in her parents’ house is maybe not the best place to be picking up where we left off seven weeks ago. But Maddy tastes like orange soda and the bad decisions I’ve never been able to resist, and there is no force on earth strong enough to make me pull away from her.
