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Cam was still here and last night he’d said that he wanted me, that we would be together, even after he knew what I had done to myself and after I’d been a total bitch to him.
I almost couldn’t believe it. Maybe I was dreaming, because I didn’t feel like I deserved this.
Placing my hand on his chest, I felt his heart beat steady and strong under my palm. His skin was bare, warm, and real. I needed to see his face to fully believe that this was happening. I shifted in his lap.
Cam groaned a deep, rich sound.
Eyes going wide, I stilled. Holy moley, I could feel his arousal against my hip. His arms tightened around my waist and I felt his heart kick around the same time mine did.
“Sorry,” he said, his voice thick and gruff. “It’s morning and you’re sitting on me. That’s a combination meant to bring any man down.”
Warmth swamped my cheeks, but heat raced through my veins and I was reminded of how he felt when he had rocked against me before. Not the best thought to be having right now. His grip on my waist loosened and his hand dropped to my hip. Through the thin shirt—his shirt—my skin tingled.
Okay. Maybe it was the perfect thought to be having right now.
“Do you want me to get off you?” I asked.
“Hell no.” His other hand traveled up my back, his fingers tangling in the ends of my hair. “Absolutely fucking not.”
My lips cracked a grin. “Okay.”
“Finally, I think we’re actually agreeing on something.”
I leaned back a little, so I could see him. Disheveled from sleep and with the faint trace of stubble on his jaw, he looked absolutely stunning. “Did last night really happen?”
One side of his lips tipped up, and my chest swelled. I’d missed that smile. “Depends on what you think happened.”
“I took my shirt off for you?”
His eyes deepened. “Yes. Lovely moment.”
“And you turned me down?”
The hand on my hip slid lower. “Only because our first time together isn’t going to be when you’re drunk.”
“Our first time together?”
“Uh-huh.”
Muscles in my stomach tightened. “You’re really confident about there being a first between us.”
“I am.” He tipped back against the cushion.
I needed to focus. “We talked, right?” My gaze fell to my bare left wrist. “I told you when I did this?”
“Yes.”
I peeked at him. “And you don’t think I’m a raving bitch?”
“Well…”
Cocking my head to the side, I pinned him with a look.
Cam’s grin spread as his hand slid further up my back, reaching the nape of my neck. “You want to know what I think?”
“Depends.”
He guided my head down so that our mouths were inches apart. “I think we need to talk.”
