Page 73 of Drifting

“Huh?”

“When you want to ask something but you’re afraid, you bite your lip.”

“Huh, didn’t know I did that.” I’ll have to remember not to do that in the future.

His blue eyes sparkle. “Ask me, and I’ll answer honestly.”

“Are you attracted to any of the guys?”

He kisses my head. “Yes. Mav.”

“Have you…you know.” I raise my shoulder.

Cam laughs. “Have Mav and I had sex? Yes, but I’m not going to say any more, ’cause that’s his story.”

Okay, stay calm, don’t freak out. Change the subject before you combust.

“I understand. When can I come to see you race?” I’m practically bouncing.

“I have a race coming up after the football game. The guys always come. You can ride with them. Dad’s going to be racing near here in about a month. I’m planning on heading down. You can come, too, if you want.” His eyes sweep toward mine, waiting for my answer.

I fall to my back, kicking my legs and waving my hands. “Are you kidding? Hell, yeah! If my mom lets me.”

He chuckles, smiling at me.

I grin slyly. “Can I see your tattoos?”

He sits up, takes off his shirt, and lifts his left arm. On his ribs is an amazing piece of art. It shows a red and white bike in the air doing a trick. The sky is so blue, and the artist showed part of the crowd and the dirt track. I run my fingers over the tattoo and glance at him.

“Is this you?” I stop at the biker.

“Yep, good old Number 10.” He smiles down at the image.

“Where’s your other one?” I glance over him.

He stands, unbuttons his pants, and gives me a cheeky smile before he drops them. On his calf is the fox symbol for Fox Motocross.

“You know, you could have just pulled up your jeans instead of taking them off.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Plus, they were too tight, anyway.” He chuckles as he pulls them back up but doesn’t button them before he jumps back on the bed. “Do you have any tats?”

I nod, lie back, and unbutton my jeans to reveal my hipbone, where there’s a cartoon devil. “Uncle Brett always called us little Devils.”

Cam kisses my tattoo, and a shiver runs through me. His blue eyes are mesmerizing me again. “Now, we know everything about each other. Can I kiss you?”

My hand drifts over his sculpted chest and the dusting of blond hair that lays over it. His chest isn’t as defined as Mav’s, but he still has muscle. He has to, to be able to whip around a motorcycle like he does.

I nod and wind my hand around his neck. He lowers himself to lie half on top of me and half on the bed. His blue eyes search mine, then our lips meet.

My heart thuds in my chest. He kisses me with slow abandonment, making each touch so intimate as he claims my lips as his. Our tongues dance as his body melts against mine, and I feel the heat from his body through my shirt. I run my hand up and down his smooth back as my body quivers with desire like I’ve never felt before. All from a kiss.

I have no idea how long we stay there kissing before we fall asleep.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

A fist against the door jars me awake.

“Who the hell is pounding on your door?” Cam moans into my pillow, still half asleep.

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