Page 119 of Not That Into You

“I know,” he grinds out.

Studying the hard set of his jaw, I take a step toward him before holding myself back. “We agreed we were going to take things slow and see where things went. No expectations.”

He turns toward me, his eyes intense. “What if I want more?”

My heart stutters. “What?”

He stalks forward until he’s standing in front of me. He cradles my face, his eyes burning into mine. “What if I want more than slow and casual? What if I want expectations?” He swallows. “What if I want everything?”

My breath hitches. “Cameron...”

His thumb caresses my cheek as his eyes roam my face. “What I feel for you isn’t slow or casual.” His gaze meets mine. “And it’s not going to change over the next few weeks. I know you have to spend time with your family. I know you’ll be busy with them. But when you get back—when you come home—I want you to be mine.”

My heart pounds as fear and excitement war within me. “Your parents don’t like me.”

“Screw my parents.”

“We’re so different.”

“Not in any way that matters.”

I open my mouth to protest, but my thoughts are moving in too many directions at once. There are too many unknowns.

“Monica, we’re good together. You know we are. When I’m with you, all the bullshit falls away. I can just be myself.”

I take a deep, shaky breath, studying his face.

I don’t know what to say. Not with so much uncertainty surrounding my time in Ohio, his possible promotion, and how he’ll handle his family.

I don’t know what the future holds. So much could change over the next few weeks that it’s hard to imagine where we’ll be in a month.

He may not want me in a month.

My chest constricts as my breath falters.

Swallowing, I take in Cameron’s earnest expression, the hope lighting his eyes, then let my gaze drop to his mouth. I may not be able to give him an answer, but I can at least give him tonight.

I pull him toward me until our mouths meet.

Chapter 32

Monica

Cameron tunnels his fingers through my hair while angling his mouth to deepen the kiss. Stifling a moan, I clutch his shirt, meeting his hunger with my own desperate need.

By the time he pulls back, we’re both panting.

A frown flashes across his face before he takes a deep breath, then grasps my hand. “Come on.”

We make our way upstairs and into his bedroom, where he cups my face, then softly kisses me as my hands move to his waist. He breaks the kiss, and our eyes lock as he caresses my cheek.

His expression softens.

“What?”

He smiles. “You’re so beautiful.”

My heart stutters as my breath hitches. “Cameron...”

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