Page 43 of Flawless

There was that doubt creeping in again, fueled by that pesky bitch insecurity.

She smiled as she brought the wine glass to her lips. “He told me when he’s not with you he wants to be, and I’ve never heard him say that about anyone else before.”

The flutter in my belly was undeniable when I asked, “Really?”

She giggled. “You guys are too cute.”

If by cute she meant a little crazy, I couldn’t deny that.

Chapter Sixteen

Cameron

Instead of flying to Nashville, I’d left work early on Friday so I could make it to Rylee’s place before midnight. She thought I was crazy to drive. But after the hectic week that I’d had, time alone in my vehicle, with my thoughts, while I listened to tunes as the miles stretched out behind me soothed my soul.

I was standing at her door, preparing to knock, when I was slammed with memories of that first night, standing in that very spot, having no idea that this woman would blow my world apart… in the best possible way.

I’d barely knocked before she threw the door open and launched herself at me, making me laugh as I dropped the duffle bag at my feet.

“Hey, sexy. I missed you.” I buried my face in her neck, inhaling the light floral scent that lingered on my pillow long after she left.

“I missed you too.” Rylee held my face between her hands and kissed me repeatedly. “Hmm, it’s so good to see you.” She hauled me inside, slamming the door shut behind me before she started peeling off clothes.

Some pink silky little number with short shorts and a lacy tank I didn’t have time to appreciate before they were hitting the floor.

But I wasn’t complaining.

The sight of her, standing naked before me, was enough to bring me to my knees.

But before I could worship at the altar of my woman she was tearing at my clothes, kissing, pleading, until I was pinning her to the door and driving into her, consumed by the fire licking my skin, torching me, as I watched her fall apart while my name slipped through her lips.

Damn. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I was drunk on her, fighting the surge threatening to break through my restraint as I pinned her against the door, pounding into her relentlessly as she begged for more.

I gave her all I had to give, all she could take, and I wanted more. I wanted it all. The mind-numbing rush hit me hard when she climaxed, clenching me so tight I had to let go.

I let her down slowly while I worshiped her mouth with mine. I was cradling her face when I finally broke the kiss, touching my forehead to hers as I whispered, “Girl, what are you doing to me?”

She giggled, “Ruining you for all other women, I hope.”

“I think you did that the second I laid eyes on you.”

“Awe.” She touched my chest and rolled forward on her toes to kiss me. “You say the sweetest things.”

I picked up our clothes, handing hers over before replacing my own.

“Now that we’ve got that out of our systems…” She raised an eyebrow as she watched me pull my t-shirt down over my chest. “At least for now…” She pulled my t-shirt back off. “Your chest is too sexy to be covered up,” she whispered, curling her hands around my biceps. “And these arms.” She growled. “How ‘bout we just spend the whole weekend naked?”

I wasn’t gonna lie, I’d been hitting the gym harder than usual because the heat in her baby blues when I took my shirt off did me in every time.

“That works for me, but you committed to dinner with my sister and Austin tomorrow night, remember?” I wouldn’t mind having her all to myself, making up for all the lost nights when I’d fallen asleep with my arms wrapped around a pillow wishing it was her.

She curled her arms around my waist and tipped her head back, pouting. “I love them, but I don’t know if I want to share you.”

I squeezed her ass, making her grin. “I definitely don’t intend to share you. Ever.” Just the thought of another man putting his hands on her made me crazy.

“Who knew you’d be so possessive?” She pressed her lips against my chest. “Not that I’m complaining. In fact, it makes me want to get you jealous…” She winked. “Because angry make-up sex with you would be the best.”

“You don’t want to test me,” I warned, nipping her neck with my teeth. “I’m trained in hand-to-hand combat and was part of SWAT for awhile, as a sniper.”