Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"What did you say?" I whisper, my voice shaking a little.
"I said that you're all I think about since I met you." He nuzzles his face into my neck, placing a kiss against my pulse. "That you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His lips drift across my cheek towards my ear. "That I can't live without you." He nips my lobe before pressing his lips to the shell of my ear. "I said that I'm hopelessly in love with you."
"Cam," I gasp as soon as the words leave his lips, my heart stalling in my chest for a moment before racing away.
"I am," he says before I can say anything else. He pulls back, cupping my face between his palms. "You can say it's too soon or that I'm crazy, I don't give a shit. I'm in love with you, kitten. I think I have been since the first time you fell asleep in my arms. That's not going to change, so you're going have to find a way to accept it." He tugs my hand up, placing it over his heart again. "This is yours, baby girl."
For a moment, I don't know how to respond. I'm stunned, unable to think of a single word as he stares at me, letting me see for myself that he means what he's saying. The truth is right there in his eyes, on his face…in the reverent way he holds my face between his palms.
He loves me.
Oh, my god.
He loves me.
"I love―"
I crush my lips to his, cutting him off before he can say it again. He groans into my mouth and then kisses me back like a man on a mission, not giving a crap who is watching us. I don't care either, not when he tangles his fingers in my hair and angles my head so he can slip his tongue into my mouth.
When he pulls back, I'm breathless, dizzy with desire.
"You don't have to say it until you're ready," he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "But I couldn't look at you for another minute without telling you how I feel about you. You own me, sweetheart. You have since the moment you opened your smart mouth and sang that damn song to me."
"I―"
He places a hand over my mouth to cut me off before I can find the words to say it back. "Not until you're ready."
I nod against his hand, watching him over his fingertips. He gives me another smile before pressing his lips to my forehead and then leaning back against the booth. He twines our fingers together, placing our hands on top of his thigh.
I want to say the words, right here and now…but I don't. Because I'm going to jail at any moment, and I'm suddenly more terrified than I have ever been in my entire life.
Dinner is quiet, enjoyable. Cam laughs and teases me throughout the meal, and then sweeps me up to take me back to the hotel, desire in his gaze. He holds my hand on the drive back to the hotel, sweeping his thumb back and forth across my knuckles, seemingly content.
I'm not, though. The words I want to say are a pressure on my chest, constantly building. By the time we make it inside, I'm ready to explode, but I still can't seem to say them.
What if I say them out loud and everything comes crashing down around me?
What if I spend the next twenty years of my life in prison, locked away from him?
"Come here," he says, inclining his head when the elevator doors close, shutting us away from the rest of the world.
I launch myself at him, kissing him desperately.
He grunts, and then he's kissing me back, his hands on my ass, pulling me into his erection. I rake my nails down his arms, pull his hair, and try to climb his body. I'm frantic with the need to feel him inside me again, here and now.
"Slow down," he says against my lips.
I ignore him, palming his cock through his pants.
"Fuck." His head hits the wall with a thump. "We gotta stop before the doors open."
"You don't want me to stop," I tell him, daring him to deny me.
He doesn't. I rub his length, and he still doesn't stop me. Not even when I unzip his pants and slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around him, does he stop what I'm doing to him. A low moan rumbles in his throat as he watches me through heavy lids as I pump and twist, my fingertips grazing his balls.
"It's my turn to fuck you, Cam," I say, getting up on my tiptoes to whisper the words in his ear. "It's my turn to take what I want from you."
He grunts again, an unintelligible sound that isn't a denial.