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I’ve been telling myself that I’ve stayed single because there aren’t any suitable men here in Maple Valley, but the real reason is that none of them have been Cam. Every date I’ve gone on—every man I’ve met—I’ve always compared to him.
Can I see myself reading on any other man’s couch while he works? Would we cook together in companionable silence? Would he understand me the way Cam does? The answer has always, always, been no. Because no one has ever, or will ever, measure up.
And kissing Cam? That is other-worldly.
Whatever is happening between us is more than chemistry—more than fireworks. If I thought wearing that corset at book club made it hard to breathe, kissing Cam steals the very oxygen from my lungs.
When I yank his head to mine for another, I think there is a pretty good chance I might faint again.
I scramble onto his lap, and Cam places his hands on my hips. He seems in no hurry to take things to the next level. I pump my hips in encouragement, but instead of tearing my clothes off, he runs his hands up and down my thighs, sending waves of desire coursing through me.
Is he not as into me as I am into him?
I’d almost believe it if it weren’t for the way he was kissing me, almost the way the Duke kisses Gabriella in The Duke’s Treasure. How did Abigail Cameron describe it? Like a man drowning.
And when I arch my hips forward, grazing the bulge in his jeans against my apex, he lets out a groan and grabs my waist to hold me still—to keep me from finding the release I need.
His hands glide up my thighs, and I wish I’d kept my book club costume on instead of changing into leggings and a baggy sweater. He draws small circles along my inner thigh with his thumb, closer and closer to my core, and I think I might spontaneously combust.
“Bedroom,” I gasp.
“Bedroom?” Cam repeats like he has no freaking clue what that means. Good thing I know where it is.
I slide off his lap, grab his hand, and yank him after me. I still can’t believe this is happening with Cam Gail. That I have him panting, and that the bulge in his jeans is for me.
I reach for his belt, but Cam grabs my hands to stop me. “This isn’t how this is supposed to go.”
I freeze, worry replacing arousal. Do I have bad breath? Am I a terrible kisser?
I made a huge mistake admitting I’m in love with him. He’s going to tell me he just wants to be friends.
“Tabs.” He raises my hands to his chest, and I bite my lower lip to keep him from seeing my heart shatter into a million pieces. “I should be the one claiming you.”
It takes several seconds for his words to register, and I realize he still wants this. He still wants me.
“Claiming?” I smile. “You’ve been reading too much romance.”
The heat in his eyes turns to worry—but I’ve had enough worrying about this being a mistake. We have years of not kissing to make up for.
I pull my hands out from under his and coax his body back against mine. As soon as our lips touch, I reach between us, unbuckle his pants, and slip my hand inside.
“Fuck,” Cam swears against my mouth as I wrap my hand around his hard cock.
I grin against his lips, because coming from Cam, fuck is the biggest compliment I could hope for. The man does not swear. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him utter the word before—so to hear it on his lips, raw with passion, does something to me.
I drop to my knees in front of him and learn something new about Cam. The curls surrounding his cock are the same fiery red as the hair on his head. I nearly blurt out “the carpet matches the drapes,” reconsider, and lean forward so I can slip his cock in my mouth.
Cam stops me and pulls me back to my feet. “Tabby don’t, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to, Cam. I want to do everything with you.”
“Everything,” he repeats. He sounds dazed as I drop to my knees again, taking him into my mouth.
He stumbles backwards, but I do not release my treasure. I use my tongue to explore his hard cock. His groan lets me know that even though I don’t have much experience, I’m not terrible at this. And that makes me moan in happiness, which somehow makes Cam even harder.
He tastes salty and smells deliciously like Cam—my best friend and love of my life and now lover all rolled into one.
Cam moans but pulls away and lifts me to my feet.
