“Not yet,” I whisper playfully, dragging my tongue lower, pausing to suck each nipple. “But we’re getting there.”
Her fingers slide into my hair, guiding me as I travel lower till I reach her beautiful pussy. When I take her clit into my mouth, her back arches, a moan slipping past her lips before she can catch it.
Licking and sucking, I pull back as she begins to rock and buck faster against my mouth. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You,” she says without hesitation, wrecked and sure, “inside me. Right now.”
I move over her, lining my cock to her entrance, sliding the tip through her wet heat, watching her shiver beneath me.
“Look at me,” I say, thick with desire.
She does. And when I push inside again, slow and deep, her breath catches, eyes still locked on mine, like letting go of my gaze would unravel her completely.
We move together, slow at first, like we’re trying to hold onto something we both know is slipping through our fingers. Her hips meet mine, her nails dig into my back, and every hushed moan she makes is like a vow I’ll never be able to break.
“My God, Cami,” I whisper-growl in her ear. “You always feelsofucking good. I’ll never get enough of you.”
Her walls tighten around me, pulse erratic, breath coming faster.
“Knox—” she gasps, body starting to tremble.
“Attagirl,” I rasp. “Let go.”
She comes with a broken moan muffled against my shoulder, and I follow, her name on my tongue like a prayer.
Not ready to let go, I stay inside her, forehead pressed to hers, trying to catch my breath.
But all I can focus on is beautiful Cami. The natural rhythm of her chest rising and falling against mine and the damp strands of hair clinging to her cheek. My fingertips glide through her hair as I brush it from her face, then kiss her forehead.
Cami’s eyelids flutter closed as I trail kisses down her cheek, her jaw, her mouth, tender, like I’m kissing her heart straight through her skin.
She exhales, shaky but peaceful, her palm sliding over my chest, settling above my heart.
“Knox…” she whispers, eyes opening to meet mine. The look she gives me is unguarded, wide open.
Fuck. This isn’t casual anymore.
It’s already taken root.
Already growing wild.
I kiss her again, done pretending this doesn’t mean more, then pull away, a breath apart.
“Cami…”
My voice is low.
Rough.
Barely holding itself together.
“I’m in love with you.”
CHAPTER 29
Cami
“You’re gonna have to say that again,” I whisper, lips brushing his jaw.
