Page 124 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“I’m a virgin.”

The words hovered in the air.

When he didn’t say anything, my freak-out began. Why had I told him that? This was a thirty-something-year-old man...a professional athlete. I’m pretty sure their kind were taught to run to the hills if a virgin reared her head. He was probably going to kick me out once we got home. He probably thought I was going to be a major clinger. I needed to clear this up, tell him he didn't have to worry about me. That this was no big deal.

Even if it was a really big deal to me.

“Fuck—” the words cut through my inner hysteria. I glanced at his face, my eyes widening as I took him in. He looked like a man barely holding onto control. There was a red flush to his cheeks and he was sitting scarily still. His hands were clutching the steering wheel so tightly I was worried he was going to break it off.

“Camden—I’m not expecting anything from you,” I began, completely embarrassed I’d even said something to begin with.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

His words were...shocking to say the least.

“What?” I asked, a little offended.

He pulled off to the side of the road suddenly and put the truck into park before facing me. Nervous anticipation was bleeding through my veins.

Camden’s hands slid through my hair, and he pulled my head back so I had to look at him.

“I’m going to be your first and your last. I’ll be the only thing you crave after I’m done with you. You’re not even going to be able to look at another man because your body is going to know I’m the only one that can give it what it needs." There was a rough, almost manic promise in his voice and I whimpered just thinking about what he was saying.

“That sounds...intense,” I finally murmured. My clit was pulsing between my legs, like a phantom limb was pressing on it as he spoke, every word reaching out and brushing against me.

“You have no idea,” he growled, pressing a punishing kiss to my lips that was definitely an omen of what was to come. "You're going to be mine, baby. As soon as you bleed all over my dick, you're done. There's never going to be anyone else."

I gasped, squeezing my thighs together, my nipples hardened into points beneath my dress.

I couldn’t wait.

Camden leaned forward and bit down on my bottom lip. Hard. Until I tasted blood. His tongue slid into my mouth, capturing the salty, iron tang as it tangled with mine.

Why was that so fucking hot?

He let me go and pulled back onto the road, and this time there was a feral energy to his actions. We were going at least twenty over as he sped through the streets, screeching around the last corner before his penthouse like a man possessed.

Thank goodness we hadn’t been noticed by the cops. I wasn’t sure what Camden would have done if they’d tried to pull us over.

He raced into his building’s underground parking garage and was out of the truck the second he’d thrown it into park. Camden yanked open my door, his arms extended like he was going to grab me and haul me over his shoulder.

Hot...but maybe we needed to slow down for just a second.

“So, you’re not mad about this? I promise I’m not going to need anything from you, or start acting crazy?—”

“Fuck, Anastasia. Act crazy. Take whatever you want from me. Own me like I want to own you. Hearing that I get to have what no man ever will is the best. Fucking. Thing. I’ve ever heard in my life.”

His chest was heaving, so much emotion in his gaze I almost couldn’t handle it.

He leaned in close, his breath caressing my ear. “I’ve never wanted anything like I want you, Anastasia Lennox.”

“You have me, Camden James,” I whispered back. “Now, take me to bed.”

A growl burst from his chest as he undid my seatbelt and scooped me into his arms, slamming the truck door behind us as we strode to the elevator.

One step inside, and he was pushing me against the wall again. My legs hooked around his waist as his lips met mine.

The kiss felt desperate and hungry, and unlike any other kiss that had come before. He fumbled with the buttons on the wall as his tongue swept into my mouth. He’d probably hit a few floors he wasn’t supposed to, but I didn’t care—as long as he kept kissing me like this. Like his soul was just as desperate for me as his body was.

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