“I love you, Cam,” I breathe.
His full lips are warm as he devours mine. When I part my lips in invitation, he slides his tongue inside greedily, drugging me with his taste. There’s a savage intensity to our kiss, a divine ecstasy.
Just as I shiver in delight, he pulls away. “I love you too,” he whispers into my soul. Then he seals his vow with another kiss.
I tug on his towel, loosening its hold.
And suddenly, I’m not so sleepy.
48
Cameron
When that assholelet Joey believe he paid for her mother’s rehab, I considered punching his smug skinny face right there in the middle of the lobby. Instead, though, I let him have his moment. But the second Joey went back to see her mom, I flew out the door after him.
Mr. Fuckboy was waiting for the valet when I approached.
He turned and nodded in a pathetic greeting as I loomed over him.
“You got the balls to match that lie back there?” I asked.
He scanned the portico, probably looking for backup, but it was just the two of us. “What are you talking about?”
I crossed my arms in front of me, making sure to puff up just a little. He’s toned, but I’m much bigger. “We both know you didn’t pay for her mom’s rehab.”
I saw the moment it clicked for him.
“You.” He shifted on his feet, scanning our surroundings once again. “You gonna tell her?”
“Nope,” I replied, getting in his face. “It was awfully nice of you to pick Elin up from the hospital and get her aspot at this fancy rehab.” I offered him a smarmy smile. “But after today, you will not contact Joey again.”
Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and strode inside.
Facilities like Desert Haven typically don’t allow patients to receive visitors for the first thirty days of treatment, so it took some finagling on my end to get Joey in to see her mom—another thing I handled while she was in the bathroom getting ready this morning—but it was worth the effort. Elin agreed to complete the treatment, and getting eyes on her mom had to be a huge weight lifted for Joey.
My dad’s call this morning was a surprise, to say the least. We’ve got a long way to go, but the transfer he made to my account this morning—one large enough to pay for Elin’s rehab and then some—was a great way to begin apologizing.
While I may never have the relationship I dream of having with my dad, it’s progress, and I’ll take what I can get.
Even though I didn’t foresee any of this happening, I know it’s exactly where I’m meant to be.
And right now? My breathtakingly beautiful girl just confessed her love to me.
Finally.
Then she tugged my towel free.
My stomach clenches, and a chill courses through my veins. I want her so fucking bad.
“Baby,” I whisper, sucking the side of her neck, slipping my fingers beneath her kimono and letting it drop to the floor.
She glides her hands down my damp chest, and when she teases the dark hair below my navel, my dick twitches. Dipping lower, I untuck her silky shirt and step back so I can pull it off. Once she’s free, I cup her pert breasts and roll her nipples between my fingers.
She groans, arching into my touch, and I can’t help but pressright back, rubbing my hard cock against her belly. The fabric of her cutoffs is rough, so I make quick work of unbuttoning them and shimmying them down her hips.
She kicks them to the side, and then she’s standing before me in only a gray thong. The fabric is already drenched, and her bare chest is heaving as she regards me.
I spin her around to face the mirror and cup her pussy. Capturing her gaze in the mirror, I rasp, “You’re fucking soaked, Josefine. Did saying you love me cause this? Or did this happen when I said the words to you?”
