Cam’s quiet for another minute, just long enough for me to pull into the driveway of my house. Shutting the car off, I turn to her. Funny how so many of our conversations are happening in a car these days.
“Sawyer’s issues are a mystery, even to me. I’m sorry if he made you feel like you’re the cause of any problems between me and him.”
Lifting her chin to meet my gaze, Cam asks, “What exactly did he have concerns about when it comes to our relationship being more than just friends?”
I study her for a second, debating what exactly to say. In the end, honesty wins out. “He knows I’ve had feelings for a long time. And he’s worried that you’ll hurt me if you decide to walk away from whatever this is.”
She nods slowly, and I see the wheels turning in her expression. “Is he right to worry about that?” Her gaze drops to her lap. “I can’t make you any promises, Beck. Not yet, maybe not ever. Yes, things are changing between us, but I don’t know exactly what that means.”
When she meets my eyes again, the worry, fear, and hesitation are clear.
“I would never want to willingly hurt you, Beckett. You’re my best friend. And if that’s a possibility, if you being hurt by me is going to happen, then maybe we should —”
I don’t let her finish that sentence before leaning over and kissing her. My hand comes to the back of her neck and I hold her firmly in place. It takes a second or two before she melts under my touch, but when I feel the tension loosen, I gently probe at her closed lips with my tongue. She opens readily, and I sweep in, claiming every inch of her mouth as mine.
When we finally break apart, her pupils are dilated, her lips are swollen, and the worry and fear are erased from her face.
That doesn’t mean it isn’t still there. But if I can make her forget it for a little while, I’ll take it.
“Like I said to my idiot twin, I’m a grown man, Cam. I can make my own decisions and take my own risks. Being with you, in any way you’ll have me, is a risk worth taking. Whether you’re my friend, my wife, or anything else, I want you in my life, and I always will.”
When we reach my bedroom, I turn Cam to face the bed and bring her back flush against my front. Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “Can you let go and trust me tonight?”
I feel the shiver run through her, and wait, holding my breath, until she nods once. Bringing one hand up to cup the base of her throat, I use my other hand to tilt her head to the side slightly so I can kiss the side of her lips. “Let me take care of you.”
A whimper escapes her, and my hand at her throat tightens ever so slightly as I take the kiss deeper. Then with no warning, I release her and step back before landing a light swat on her ass.
“Get naked and on the bed, babe.”
She glances back at me over her shoulder, her eyes alight with passion and excitement.Perfect.Getting Cam out of her head and into the moment is all I want to achieve tonight. I want to show her, body and mind, that she can trust me completely.
As hard as it is to turn my back on my wife slowly undressing, I make myself do it, going to my closet to grab what I need. By the time I return to the bedside, Cam’s naked and stretched out with the blankets pushed to the foot of the bed.
“Fuck, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Do you realize that?” I growl, my hand automatically going to my pants and starting to undo them. When the zipper is open, giving my hard dick a tiny amount of relief, I rip off my shirt, push my pants and underwear down, and kick them off. Socks are next, and then I’m naked as well, my cock straining toward the woman on my bed who’s greedily drinking in the sight. My chest swells at her obvious appreciation.
Picking up the silk tie, in Cam’s favourite shade of purple, I run the material through my hands. Her eyes drop to the motion, widening ever so slightly.
“What’s that for?” she asks, her voice a breathy sound laced with anticipation. Good. I don’t hear any nerves, just intrigue.
“You said you would let go and trust me.”
Those beautiful moss green eyes bounce up to meet mine. Her perfect little tongue darts out to lick the lips I’m completely addicted to. “I trust you.”
Climbing onto the bed on my knees, I make my way over to her side. It’s impossible to resist the urge to bend over and kiss her lips, then each of her pert nipples. But when her back arches off the bed, I stop. Sitting back on my heels, I give her a smirk.
“Have you ever been blindfolded?”
Please say no. Please tell me this is something only I get from you.I didn’t realize how desperately I needed something that was just mine and hers until now, in this moment, waiting for her response.
“Never.”
My eyes close for the briefest of seconds as relief washes over me. “But you trust me to do it?” I need her consent one more time.
“I do.”
Memories flood me of the last time she said that, standing in front of a city clerk while holding a bouquet of origami flowers, rendering me speechless for a minute.
But I snap out of it quickly and move to wrap the silky tie around her eyes. Securing it snugly, I push her shoulders back so she’s lying down. The dreamy smile on her face is proof of her trust. But when I move to get off the bed, she shoots up and her hands lift to the tie. I cover them just in time.
