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“Of course. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” She shrugged. The small smirk made me want to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to bed.

“What’s going on then? Are you hurt?” My eyes darted over her body.

“No,” she sighed. “This is embarrassing.”

“What, sweets?”

“I had a nightmare. They happened regularly when I first left him. But they stopped. I haven’t had one in months.” Embarrassment tinted her cheeks.

“But then yesterday happened,” I said, putting the two together.

“Yeah. I didn’t want you to wake up. I’m so sorry. It’s like three in the morning.”

“Stephanie.” My hands dropped to her shoulders and wrapped around her like it was second nature. “I want to be with you through everything. You should’ve woken me up.”

“Really?”

I hated that she didn’t know she should automatically turn to me for everything. Whatever she needed, I wanted to be the one to give it to her. “Really. Why don’t we head back to bed, and you can tell me about it.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Okay. I’ll hold you then.” Shutting off the bathroom light, I grabbed her hands and walked back to bed. When my legs hit the mattress, I fell back, bringing her with me. The tension between my shoulders eased as she landed on top of me, laughing. I rolled us so she was under me. “Now I have you right where I want you.”

She lifted her head off the bed, running her nose along my jaw, up to my ear. “Where is that?” She bit my earlobe playfully before her tongue flicked it. Electricity shot down my spine to my hardening cock. I thrusted my hips once as her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Right here,” I said, kissing her with every ounce of love I felt. I kissed her for hours, never taking it further until we were both too tired to keep our eyes open.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

STEPHANIE

Liftingmy arms above my head, I stretched my body out. My head rolled to the side, eyeing Cam’s empty pillow.

The night before had been perfect. I couldn’t believe he thought I was running because we’d moved too fast. It was the opposite, actually. I wanted him to move faster. Especially after everything I had shared with him. But, of course, being the caring man I loved, he was concerned about my well-being.

The dark gray comforter slid down around my waist as I sat up and surveyed the room. Being in someone’s bedroom was a different level of intimacy. A line we’d yet to cross, and he just left me in here to explore.

Like he didn’t care if I would snoop.

Not that I was going to, but some girls would be crazy.

His room looked much like the rest of the house. Dark and manly. Very Camden. A few picture frames hung on the walls. They were brand new and still had the generic family in them. I’d have to ask him about that. It seemed like a typical man to move to not actually put pictures in the frames. Maybe they were gifts? Or his mom hung them up.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my toes meeting the dark wooden floors that matched the living room and kitchen. Spotting the t-shirt Cam wore yesterday on a bench at the end of the bed, I grabbed it and slipped it over my head. The scent enveloped me in the most comforting way. After I used the restroom and quickly brushed over my teeth with toothpaste on my finger, I made my way downstairs.

The smell of coffee assaulted me as I stepped off the last step. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, I poured a cup. Humming, I cherished the taste on my tongue.

I really needed to work on my coffee addiction.

Music blasted from the basement door. Camden had told me once before that he had a home gym down there and often worked out there if he didn’t feel like heading to the gym in town. Slowly, coffee in hand, I tiptoed down the stairs, following the music. I heard him grunt, followed by a thud as I reached the bottom. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I listened. I imagined it to be the same sound he’d make as he drove into me.

Leaning my shoulder against the wall at the bottom of the staircase as I took in his home gym.Why would he work out anywhere else?There was a complete gym down here. A treadmill, bike, row machine, and racks of weights. I took a sip of my coffee as my gaze moved throughout the room before settling on a shirtless Cam in the corner.

A pair of athletic shorts clung to his muscular thighs and sat low on his hips. His back glistened with sweat as the muscles flexed and rippled in the most delicious ways with every move he made. When he lifted his leg to strike the bag before him, I realized what he was doing. Cam threw another combination with his wrapped hands before kicking it once more.

I had no idea he kickboxed. It should’ve scared me witnessing how powerful he was with his fists, but it didn’t. If it were any other man, I probably would’ve run for the hills, but not Camden.

I knew he’d never hurt me. Not physically. Like a freight train, the realization that I completely trusted him hit me.

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