Page 25 of Unstoppable Love

He turned to me then, and suddenly I was pressed against the wall again, but this time, an entirely different reaction flooded my senses, rang in my ears, and quickened my pulse.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just Jimmy, and it’s not?—”

I clamped my mouth shut. Cameron’s eyes flared, and he glanced in the direction of the bar and back to me. “Not what? It’s not a big deal you looked scared to shit and he was moving close? Not a big deal you didn’t want that, and he didn’t care? Not the… not the first time?”

“I should get back to Lydia.” Go home. Crawl into bed. Forget this night and the entire last twenty-four hours.

That’s what I was thinking when Cameron’s dark blue eyes searched mine, his jaw working while he tried to solve a problem that didn’t exist.

“Ava,” he finally said, and his voice had dropped.

His eyes were still on mine. But no, they weren’t.

They were drifting lower and settled on my mouth.

My tongue darted out, licking my bottom one, and he cursed.

“I’m going to hell for this,” he muttered, and then his mouth slammed to mine.

I was so shocked, it took a moment, but only the briefest of moments to realize Cameron was kissing me.

Holy shit. Cameron had his mouth on mine, his fingers were digging into my scalp, and then his tongue was pushing past my lips, into my mouth, and holy crap!

I was kissing Cameron. No, he was kissing me.

My body melted. My blood overheated.

At the first taste of his tongue against mine, parts of me I never knew existed ignited into a raging firestorm.

He kept kissing me. Pressing me harder against the wall, hands in my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access, and I couldn’t help it.

I forgot where I was. Who I was. Everything in my existence became about Cameron?—

“Stop.” I jerked my mouth off his and looked toward the dark hall.

“Fuck. Ava.”

His forehead settled against mine. His heart was beating so fast I could feel it against mine. And it wasn’t the only thing I felt.

He was hard. Turned on for me.

Taking.

And this was the exact problem.

I’d give him everything, and I’d lose myself in the process. This was the entire problem all along. Cameron was my entire existence, and this was the first time I refused to be sucked back into his orbit.

“That was better than I remember.”

A winter ice storm couldn’t have frozen my brain any faster than his words. But no. He couldn’t be saying… he wouldn’t…

“What?”

I forced myself to meet his gaze. Stared directly into his dark eyes to make sure I hadn’t heard him correctly. His brows were knitted together, and there was shock on his own face, like even he was surprised he’d said that… admitted it.

I shoved my hands into his chest and pushed, my knees wobbling and my head spinning. “What the hell did you say?”

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