Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Fucking incredible,” he moaned, swallowing my pleasure as I rode out the wake.
Only then did Camden move on top of me. Those blue eyes that had claimed me when I was only a girl stared down at me, blazing with more love than I’d ever dreamed was possible.
But that was my Cam.
In that moment, I knew I would spend the rest of my life doing whatever it took to give that love back to him.
He entered me with a devastating control, the muscles on his back flexing with every thrust. It wasn’t long before he found a rhythm that drove us both wild. He uttered gravelly words into my neck, my name punctuating all of them, and I clung to him, ripples of pleasure building within me.
Unsure how much longer I could hold on, I locked my legs around his hips and urged him deeper. “Oh, God, I’m close.”
“Give it to me, Nora,” he ordered, his rhythm quickening.
My resolve snapped, and with a shattering climax, I unraveled beneath him.
“Yesss,” he hissed. “That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck, that’s it.”
One last drive and he seated himself to the hilt and emptied inside me.
We both lay there for several minutes, a tangled heap of arms and legs, chests heaving and hearts racing.
“Can you breathe?” he asked, his face hidden in the curve of my neck.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, good, because it’s going to be a while before I can move.”
I laughed, and his head popped up, a goofy smile doing nothing to hinder the sexiness that was Camden Cole disheveled post-orgasm.
“Hey, you,” he whispered.
I smoothed down his short, brown locks. “Hi.”
“I’m going to say something, and it might not sound like a compliment, but trust me. It is the highest praise I can give. Holy fuck. Being with you is infinitely better than the last five years I’ve spent with my hand.”
I lifted my palm into his line of sight and gave him a finger wave. “Don’t I know it.”
His grin was so wide it looked like a toothpaste commercial. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Thank God, because you’re stuck with me now. And you should know I am currently suspended from my job, have a soon-to-be very empty rainy-day-slash-Louboutin fund, and I am out on bail with pending drug charges. So, congratulations.”
He chuckled. “If it means I’m lucky enough to keep you, I’ll take my chances.”
But as I lay there staring at him, sated and languid, my heart so full of love, I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to process it all, because he was wrong.
I was the lucky one.
“Come on, Nora. You’ve gotta have a preference,” he said, standing in my bedroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, his glorious abs on display, little droplets of water dripping from his hair. Plus, he had this irresistible glimmer in his bright-blue eyes.
It was early morning and I still hadn’t mustered the strength to get out of bed, though Camden in a towel was sparking some energy for other things.
After Camden had made love to me, we’d spent the day in bed—talking and laughing, kissing and touching. We never made it to get my drug test or to the brunch he’d promised me, but as the sun sank beneath the horizon and Camden’s mouth trailed down my body for the third time, I couldn’t bring myself to be concerned with anything else.
We were ravenous by dinner time, so we had pizza delivered and ate it around my coffee table in various degrees of undress. After that, we shifted to the sofa to cuddle for a change of pace. I laid my head on his shoulder and trailed my fingertips up and down his naked torso while he played with a strand of my hair. Every so often, he’d dip his head, press his lips to mine, and murmur, “We’re finally gonna to do this, right? Me and you?”
Every single time, I answered, “Forever, Cam.”
I hated how he still had doubts, but I understood. In the past, our times together were always punctuated with long goodbyes. He wasn’t wrong. I did think there was a physical and emotional destination. Like maybe I'd wake up one morning and everything would finally feel right. The brick wall of my past would melt away to reveal Camden and a golden path to our future.
But too much time had already been wasted.
I’d always been such a burden on the people who loved me. I didn’t want to put that on Camden’s shoulders too. I’d dreamed of being whole and having the ability to offer him something more than trouble for once.
But maybe the things I wanted to offer him weren’t the things he needed.
Choices. Everyone makes them.
But not all of them should be yours to make alone.
Which was exactly why, as I stared at him in that towel, the bright morning sun illuminating the room, as he impatiently waited for me to give him feedback on where we would be settling as a couple, I replied, “You are my preference, Cam. Where do you want to live?”