Page 16 of Flawless

“Your career⁠—”

“Listen to me.” My tone told her I wasn’t messing around. “What I do when I’m off the clock is my business. If the people who voted for me don’t like that, screw them. They don’t have to vote for me again.”

“Cam, don’t say that. You worked so hard to get⁠—”

I interrupted her with a kiss. “You’re right. I do work hard. And I’ll continue to work hard for the remainder of my term. And I’ll lead the way I always have: with integrity. Anyone who doubts that, just because I’m dating you, isn’t worth worrying about.”

She covered her face with her hands. “I can’t do this to you. It’s not fair. You haven’t seen what people are already saying online.”

“Look at me.” I waited until I had her full attention before I said, “I. Don’t. Care.”

“But I don’t want you to hate me because I ruined your career.”

“Hey, I’m a big boy.” I kissed her neck, her chest, the swell of her full breasts, causing her to tip her head back and thread her hands through my hair. “I can handle whatever comes my way.” Looking her in the eye, I said, “What I can’t handle is losing out on a chance with you because I didn’t have the balls to fight for it.”

“This scares me,” she whispered. “The way I feel for you. The way I felt the first time I saw you, it was like I’d been waiting for you and didn’t even know it.”

“Jesus, Ry.” This girl was tearing me apart with every word. Every touch. Every kiss. “I need you tonight.”

I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring for us, and didn’t care. Tonight, I just needed to make memories with her.

“I need you too.” She was peeling my shirt off, reaching for my belt buckle, kissing me until my chest ached with wanting her.

Clothes were flying all the way down the hall and by the time we reached the bed I barely had time to mutter, “Condom.” My jeans were somewhere down the hall, but walking away from her now would take superhuman effort.

She was flat on her back on the mattress, naked, with kiss-swollen lips, beard burn on her neck, tousled hair, reaching for me, whispering, “It’s okay,” and I believed her.

I kissed every inch of her soft, curvy body, taking my time to explore her. Her breathless moans filled the room as I tasted her, making my name sound like profanity falling from her sweet lips as I took her to the edge of sanity with my relentless teasing.

After tormenting her as long as I could, without losing it myself, I finally shattered her composure, and forced her over the brink. But instead of letting her catch her breath, I continued kissing, tasting, unable to get enough.

She finally dug her nails into my shoulders, pleading for less, more, she didn’t know. But as I made my way up her body, leaving a hot trail with my mouth, she finally found the words that nearly broke me.

“I’m falling for you,” she whispered. “God, Cam, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

I didn’t tell her I shared the sentiment, but she had to know. The way I looked at her, the way I kissed her, I didn’t think I could hide it if I tried.

I entered her slowly, kissing her, giving her time to adjust because she felt impossibly small, making me wonder how long it had been for her and how many lovers she’d had before me.

She felt so good, and the way she was kissing my shoulder, scraping her nails across my back, digging her heels into my thighs, urging me on, was making it impossible to take my time.

For a guy who dealt with life and death situations every damn day and maintained my composure, I didn’t expect to lose it so quickly with her. But the way her body claimed mine, the sound of her sexy voice in my ear, her hands caressing my skin, her kiss… it was unleashing a storm I hadn’t even realized was brewing.

It felt like chaos, raw and unrestrained, once the leash came off, and I could tell she was right there with me. It was instinctive, natural, like we’d done this a hundred times before. Or maybe it just felt that way because her body was made for me.

I could feel and hear the slow build in her gasps and pleas. The way she tensed, held her breath, before finally coming undone. But it wasn’t her physical release that did me in, it was the way she looked into my eyes, mouthing, “Unbelievable,” that broke me.

Chapter Seven

Rylee

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way, like I’d found my home. But with Cam’s arms wrapped around me, while his fingers trailed down my back, that’s exactly how I felt. For the first time in my life, I’d found a place I belonged. And someone I could belong to. And it was terrifying for a girl who prided herself on being strong enough to do life alone.

“Rylee, I should’ve used a condom.” His grip on me tightened. “I’m sorry about that, baby. I always do. With you, I just lost my mind.”

I tipped my head back, smiling. “I like that you lost control with me. And it’s okay, you don’t have to worry, I promise.” The fact that we already had a level of trust I’d never had with anyone else was crazy to me.

He kissed my temple. “I get the feeling it’s been a while for you.”