Page 79 of A Simple Regret

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

Camden

If I don’t slow down, I’m going to get pulled over for speeding. Or reckless driving. Or worse, I’ll have an accident.

The air is so thick within the cab of my truck, you could cut it with a knife. There’s an electricity buzzing through us, an invisible string tethering us together. The pull is undeniable, the strength unbreakable. It’s every bit as potent as I remember, with an added buzz of newness.

I ignore my phone. I’m getting texts from the idiots, most likely saying something stupid and inappropriate. I keep my fingers laced around hers, needing to touch her skin. It takes only a few minutes to return to town, and I hurry toward my house.

The moment I pull into my driveway and park, her seat belt comes off and she moves. Maren climbs over the console and wiggles between my body and the steering wheel. It’s a tight fit, but the moment her pussy grinds against my hard cock, I forget all about being wedged together in my truck.

In fact, I’m rather enjoying being wedged with her.

Her hands are in my hair as she presses her chest against me. I try to reach her ass, but with the steering wheel, it’s hard to wiggle my hands into place. I grip the globes of her ass, holding on for dear life as she rocks her hips.

“Christ, Maren,” I whisper.

She presses her lips against my jaw. “I’ve dreamed of you so many nights, Cam.”

I groan in both ecstasy and pain. Pain in my heart, at the hurt the distance of time has created. I brush my lips across hers. “Same, Shortcake. Every fucking night.”

“Take me inside, Cam,” she murmurs, her tongue sliding across my chin.

I move quickly, reaching for the door handle to exit the vehicle. She has to wiggle in order to slide out, and her giggles are the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. When my feet finally hit the ground, she straightens her legs and stands before me. Her arms wrap around my neck as I shut the door and half-carry, half-escort her to my house.

It takes me three tries to enter my code at the door, mostly because I’m not actually looking at the keypad. My eyes are on the beautiful woman in front of me, my mouth occupied with her lips. Finally, I get the right numbers entered and we stumble inside.

Hands start moving. We’re grabbing at coats, pulling them from each other’s bodies. Shirts are removed next, followed quickly by shoes. I take her hand and pull her toward my bedroom, needing to see her in my bed.

When we finally reach our destination, I stop and hold her burning gaze. “You have the power here, Maren. Tell me to stop and I will.”

She presses her body against mine, her lace bra coarsely sliding across my bare chest. “I don’t want to stop, Cam. I want this. I want you.”

Hearing those words after all this time is the balm I didn’t even know my heart needed. I thread my fingers in her hair and gently grip the sides of her head. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” I confess, speaking my truth.

With our eyes locked, I reach down and release the button on her jeans. She doesn’t move, allowing me to follow it up with the zipper. “Hurry,” she murmurs, grabbing at my own fly.

“I don’t want to rush, Shortcake. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to have you back in my arms.”

“You can go slow next time, Cam,” she points out, dragging her nails down my chest.

My cock jumps in my jeans, begging to be released from its denim confines. Sliding my hands along her hips, inching between her panties and warm skin, I insist, “I’m going to hold you to that.”

I push my hands down, taking her jeans and panties with them. I can already smell her arousal, see the wetness glistening off her pussy. I’m ready to taste, to devour her sweetness, but I remain focused on the task at hand. I help her step out of her jeans and discard them on the floor before finally returning my attention to the nearly naked woman in front of me.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

The swell of her hips, the faint marks on her skin from where she carried her son. She’s exquisite, so much more than I ever could have dreamed of.

Pressing my lips to her stomach, I whisper, “You are the sexiest woman alive.”

She snorts in disbelief. “Hardly. I’m pudgy and about twenty pounds heavier than I was the first time I lived here.”

“Gorgeous,” I insist, pressing a second kiss to her abdomen. Then, I slowly start to work my way down to the apex of her legs.

The first taste of her sends a tidal wave of lust barreling through me. It makes it hard to concentrate, to focus on what I’m doing. And right now, what I’m doing is tasting her.