Page 7 of Level With Me

“Never thought I’d see you speechless, Cam.” I put my hands on his chest. “Guess I found your weakness.”

“Um…” He stutters while I push him deeper into my room toward the bed. “What are you doing?” My hopping isn’t very sexy and he lifts me up to wrap my legs around his waist, which, really, feels like a mixed message considering what he’s asking me.

“What’s it look like?”

“You hate me.”

“Ya. So?”

“Is this a good idea?” He asks this while licking his bottom lip, so I’m thinking he’s into this.

“Let’s find out.”

Chapter 5

Cam

She’s so fucking hot I can’t think straight. That, and I’m naked on her bed with her straddling me. My dick is about to make all the choices for me, but I need to just think for one second.

“Pause,” I manage to say while her hands are running up my chest. She hates me. I can see it and feel it, despite what her hands are doing to me. And what mine are about to do to her ass. On the verge of grabbing her and hauling her over my throbbing cock, I exhale a deep breath. Even though it seems like what she needs, I’ve liked her for way too long to let this just be a hate fuck. I couldn’t live with myself if I don’t push for just a little more.

“You wanna stop?” Her body stiffens over me, and I hate it.

“No.” My hands run up her thighs to let my fingers play with the fringe of her cut offs. “Just tell me five things you like about me.”

Her scrunched up face tells me that’s the last thing she expected me to say. That makes two of us.

“Five?”

“Three.” I can’t believe I’m negotiating for this. I must sound so desperate.

There’s a beat that passes between us that leads me to believe she’s about to put a stop to all of this. Then she tilts her head to the side and just asks, “Why?”

Ya. Why, Cam? Why do I need this validation? Why do I sound like a lost puppy?

With no other option, I tell the truth, but try to make light of it. “I guess I’m needy.” Her eyes ask for more. “I can’t fuck you if I think you think that I have no redeeming qualities—”

“Fine. Just stop talking.” And she closes her eyes for a second as if to think about her answer. Or maybe it’s something else. “You’re hot—”

I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face, but that answer isn’t what I’m looking for. “That’s not good enough. Make it something deep.”

“Deep?” She smirks at me as she rolls her hips over my dick.

My hands tighten around her legs, and my voice is husky, “Ya.”

“You’re a hard worker. You’re caring. And…you’re…helpful.”

Okay. Those answers aren’t half bad. I mean, they’re not glowing reviews, but they’re something. “Helpful?”

“Ya. You’re here to help me, aren’t you?”

“In all the ways you need.” I arch my hips and she swats at my chest playfully.

“Stop that.”

“Wait. Now you want me to stop?”

“Yes. Well,” she bites her bottom lip, “no.” And her hands run up the sides of my neck. “Are we done with the talking now?” She leans down, resting her elbows on my chest.