Pulling back just a little, she tips her chin and scans my face, searching my eyes, but a second later, she’s diving back in. Our kiss is urgent and exploratory, like we’re making up for lost time. In a way, I suppose we are.
I bend to kiss the hollow at the base of her throat, eliciting the kind of moan I’ve dreamed about for months. It sends blood rushing straight to my dick. She trails her fingers up and down my arms while I caress the smooth bare skin at the small of her back and work my way up to capture her lips again.
With a hum, she buries her face in the crook of my neck, her eyelashes fluttering against my skin. She’s got her arms draped around me like a necklace, so I use the opportunity to pull her even closer.
“Tell me you’ve thought about me,” I whisper, my heart drumming rapidly.
She rakes her fingers through the hair at my nape, sending a warm shiver through me. “I have,” she says into my skin.
“You’ve what?” I lean back for a better view. I need to hear her say it.
“I’ve thought about you,” she admits, loosening her hold on me just a little.
My shoulders relax, and I let out a long exhale. I cup her face with both hands so I can soak in all her lovely features. The face that’s overpowered my dreams for the past year.
Her laughter breaks the silence, and she rests her palms on my chest. “I can’t believe you framed my picture.”
“I can’t believe I found you again.”
18
Josefine
His words reverberatein my brain.
I can’t believe I found you again.
Neither can I.
The emotions coursing through me are like waves, buffeting me one after another with so much force they threaten to drown me if I don’t act on them.
Fuck it.
The urgency to take Cam, to take what I once had and claim it as mine, is all-consuming. The validity of his statement, coupled with the flames of desire blazing in his eyes, draws me in like a moth to a flame. I’m so captivated I don’t know where to start.
Throwing all caution to the wind, I plunge for his lips. As if he can read my thoughts, he’s ready, mouth open and eager for me. Our teeth clash, but it only takes a moment to find a rhythm, giving and taking, sharing the air between us. With Cam still leaning against the desk, I sink into him, allowing him to support my weight. The growing bulge beneath his shorts only spurs me on and sends a bolt of electricity straight to my core. With mymouth still fused to his, I work the button on his shorts blindly, though I slow our pace, matching it to the speed at which I delicately palm his hardness over his underwear.
He lets out a groan against my lips and throws his head back, giving me the perfect opportunity to sear a path down his throat. I nip and suck, then pause at his Adam’s apple, relishing the way it bobs when he swallows.
He grips my hand over his fully hard cock, signaling me to continue. Pulling back, I give him a wicked grin.
I’ve been with other men since our one-night stand, but none of them has come close to pleasing me like Cam.
Though I don’t want to break our connection, I release my hold on him so I can ease myself to the floor, but just as I bend to my knees, the office door clicks open. Cam jumps up fast, taking refuge in his chair behind his desk. I push myself back against the wall, panting. Two employees step into the room, deep in conversation. They don’t notice us at first, which gives me a moment to gather myself. I feel like a teenager getting caught in the act. Before either employee can even acknowledge us, I hightail it out of the office and into the cool night air.
What was I thinking?My heart pounds against my ribcage and my legs wobble. I’ve spent no more than a couple of hours with that man, and I nearly let my hormones take over again. Though I’m shaking, I quicken my pace, my head down and my stomach rolling, and speed walk toward my hotel room, where I pray my cousin is waiting.
Instead, I turn a corner and run smack into what feels like a brick wall.
“Oh, I’m so sor—” the brick wall says. “Joey?”
“Ezra?” Saying his name sends a wave of embarrassment rushing over me. God, I sounded like an idiot calling him Isaiah earlier. “Sorry, I didn’t see you.”
I take in the large man in front of me. His shirt is wrinkled,and the buttons are done up wrong. “What happened to your shirt?”
He glances down, and when he looks back up, a mix of trepidation and challenge swims in his eyes.
“Where’s Millie?”
