Page 31 of Best Part of Me

“Oh, I know what I want,” she says bluntly, and it only turns me on more.

The way she’s already comfortable with being bold in front of me, in speaking her mind, in telling me what she desires, has me wanting to say fuck the tent, and yank her into the back of the Jeep. She has me ready to promise her more than ten days.

I want to promise her the world.

But ten days is a long time when I’ve never let a woman spend the night with me until this morning. I haven’t even dated the same woman for ten days. Not since Becca ended things between us while we were still in college.

I try to remind myself I don’t want anything serious. I don’t have time for it. My life is complicated, and I’m never home for more than a few months or sometimes weeks at a time.

This is simply a ten-day fling.

I instruct Cammie to go on the other side of the Jeep, and I show her how easy these tents that sit on top of vehicles are to set up. My throat tightens when we make eye contact across the top of the Jeep, and she smiles. As much as I care about Cammie and have fantasized about having sex with her, what if she wants more than the ten days we decided on?

Because, again, the real truth is, she deserves better than me.

“Please tell me you brought enough blankets. I totally spaced and forgot to pack some,” Cammie says, her head poking inside the back of the Jeep.

I join her and show her the stack of fleece blankets next to two sleeping bags, a cooler, and a camp stove. “I’ve done this enough times to remember to bring lots of blankets. I even brought an extra pillow for you.”

“I don’t know how people think you’re a jerk.”

When she glances over her shoulder at me, I wink, and her smile grows. And that addicting smile of hers erases all the worries I had only moments before.

Ten days. Then we go our separate ways.

We can do this.Ican do this.

“I am a jerk.” I smack her in the chest with the spare pillow, and she giggles.

“Well, you’ve never been a jerk to me.”

She spins around with the pillow under her arm and goes to the ladder, climbing the few rungs until she’s reached the top, that perfect round ass in those tight yoga pants making my dick twitch, and she slips inside the tent.

“I have to be nice to you,” I call. “You’re my best friend’s little sister.”

She pops her head out of the door of the tent. “Oh, is that the only reason?” she teases.

My lip curves into a smile, and I shake my head.

“Pass me the blankets, and I’ll start making the bed.”

I grab the stack, but a lump slides up my throat.The bed. She assumes we’re sleeping together on the one air mattress inside the tent. I don’t know if the assumption worries me or gets me excited. But by the way my pants have grown tighter, I’d say the latter.

I hand Cammie the stack of blankets along with my pillow and the sleeping bags, just in case. Typically I’m more prepared than this and would’ve already checked the weather to know if I’d be freezing my balls off or not. But Cammie has me all kinds of distracted.

Swinging the back door closed, I lock the Jeep and climb up the ladder. I peek my head inside, and she’s already unfolded some of the blankets.

“What do you think? Should we zip the sleeping bags together? Or can I count on you to keep me warm?”

I lift my gaze to her and find her on her knees, unzipping her jacket, and I chew the corner of my mouth. “Sunshine, when I get done with you, we won’t be needing blankets.” I stay frozen for a moment, on my hands and knees because the tent’s roof is too low to stand, and she gives me a wobbly smile.

Shrugging off my jacket, I hurry to toe off my boots. I strip off my T-shirt before she’s even removed her shoes. Next comes her tank top and the sight of the black lacey bralette underneath causes my muscles to lose all tension. It’s simple as far as lingerie goes, but it’s still sexy as hell.

It’s soCammie.

My fingers tingle with impatience. The need to touch her is so fucking powerful that I can’t stand it. I crawl over to her and sweep an arm around her back. When I pull her close to my chest, a breath wooshes out of her, and she gazes at me like she’s hungry.

Hungry for me.

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