Page 123 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“Let’s get out of here,” I told him, before she’d even gotten to the last song.

He looked shocked. “What? Is everything okay?” he asked, concerned.

“I want you,” I rasped. “Desperately.”

Camden closed his eyes, his whole body perfectly still for what must have been the longest second of my life.

When he finally opened them, the hunger in his blue depths left me breathless. “Me too, baby girl,” he said roughly. “Me fucking too.”

“See you guys later,” Camden said.

“Tell Olivia she’s amazing,” I added.

I never would have pictured leaving an Olivia Davis concert early. But I’d also never imagined Camden James.

So, maybe it was fitting.

And then we were off, like two school kids running through a field as his tangled fingers took me through the crowded room, both of us desperate to get out of there as soon as possible. A quick glance back at the group, and I saw they were smirking after us. I tossed a wave behind me…I’d really liked them.

I was against the wall as soon as we got out of the main room, Camden crowding me as he kissed me like I was the only thing that could quench his thirst. He pushed his hard length against me, and I reached down between us, stroking him through his clothes, my mouth literally watering.

A small part of me was very aware his dick was going to split me open with its size, but that particular fear was overtaken by the way his lips felt, and how his hands seemed to know my body like he’d read a book.

“Fuck,” he swore, his eyes burning as he tore himself from my lips and grabbed my hand again, pulling me out into the chilly night air.

Waiting for the valet to pull around his truck, even for the two minutes it actually took, felt like a lifetime. Camden’s hands were stroking me all over and I was wishing for magic that could transport us back to his place in the blink of an eye.

Or maybe the truck would work. Losing my virginity in a vehicle wasn’t exactly how I’d pictured it, but I was desperate enough to go there.

I sighed in relief as the truck was pulled in front of us and Camden chuckled. “Me too,” he whispered, employing those powers again to read my mind.

He helped me inside, his hands lingering on my thighs after he’d buckled the seatbelt. “I want you so badly.” Camden’s voice was low and desperate, and I felt like I might melt off the seat.

“Take me home, Camden,” I answered, and he growled as he pushed away from me like it was the hardest thing he’d ever done and went around the truck to get in on the other side.

The engine rumbled as we drove through the city streets, the night pressing in around us. I sat in the passenger seat, feeling the hum of the road beneath me. The cab felt small, the air charged with so much tension my skin was prickling.

Camden’s presence beside me was almost overwhelming. I could sense every movement, every breath he took. I could feel the heat of his body, the subtle shift of his arm on the steering wheel. Every time our eyes met, it was like a spark igniting something deep within me. I’d never been more aware of another person in my life.

“Are you warm enough?” he asked, his voice low and rough, cutting through the silence.

“I’m fine,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. And it was the truth. Despite the chill of the air outside, I was on fire, a heat that seemed to seep into my very bones.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.

The way his hand gripped the steering wheel, the way his jaw tightened, everything about him drew me in, made me want more.

We were almost home when I decided to put my cards on the table, just so he wasn’t shocked when he saw the aftermath on his sheets.

“Camden,” I began, not even sure how to say this.

“Yeah?” he replied, his voice softer now, almost tender.

I turned to look at him, my heart pounding. “I’ve never—I’ve never done this.”

He glanced at me, his eyes dark and intense. “What do you mean, baby girl?”

The cab of the truck seemed to shrink, the space between us crackling with electricity.

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