Page 90 of Best Part of Me

The statement causes me to go rock-hard. All these years, I assumed I was afraid of commitment. But as Cammie stares up at me, long lashes blinking, her true declaration out there in the air, I’m not scared. I’m anything but. Maybe all this time, I’ve just been waiting for her. The better part of me.

She loves me.Me. No one else. I’m her choice. I’m her person, the one who makes her happy. Me. Maverick Mendes. The boy who was abandoned by one parent, and then the other.

“You know that dry spell I was fucking ashamed of? It was because of you. I was waiting for you,” I confess.

Her eyes go glossy.

And then I find myself uttering the words I’ve yet to say out loud to any other woman. “I love you.”

Her eyes soften. “Why, Maverick Mendes, did you just admit that you’re in love with me?” she teases.

I chuckle and rub at the back of my neck. “Just don’t make me repeat it.”

“Are you kidding? I’m gonna make you repeat it over and over while you fuck me.” She giggles.

“Just when did the goody-two-shoes get so bossy?”

“I learned from the best fuck-boy I know.” A wide smile slides on her face, and I catch her studying my lips again.

“Just what else is going on in that beautiful, bossy mind of yours?” I ask, my voice low and scratchy.

“I’m thinking... how good it would feel to have this mustache against my pussy.”

My lips curve into a grin. Just hearing her say the wordpussyabout undoes me. “Yeah?” I growl.

“I want to camp out on this face.” She laughs lightly before kissing me, hard and with purpose.

Her boldness has a choke hold on me and makes me want to grant each wish of hers. Every desire. All her cravings. “Sunshine, you can sit on my face and ride it all night long.”

Her eyes widen in question, like she can’t believe what I’m offering.

“I want to give you everything you want. Now and forever.” My statement is true and a promise.

“Bedroom?” she asks, brows raised.

“So scandalous,” I tease, spinning her around in my arms and holding her ass against my cock. I guide her into my room with the fantasy of never letting her go.

No matter what.

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I pullup along the curb outside of Brew Box, my Harley rumbling loudly. The sight of Camille waiting for me has my heart already palpitating. It’s like a dream. Especially when she saunters toward me, dressed in leather yoga pants with a smile on her lips.

Because that smile is for me.

Momentarily I debate changing plans and taking her back to my place instead of driving up to the mountains. But we’ve both been looking forward to this date for the past two days. A chance to be alone and have the freedom to hold her hand, kiss her, touch her, just like we did when we were on the road.

“You look amazing,” I say, tempted to yank her into me for a kiss. But here, in broad daylight and still in the small town of Maple Ridge, we don’t have that luxury.

“Thanks. I wasn’t really sure what to wear for a bike ride. I’ve never been on one.” She bites her lip. “Besides the day you rescued me.”

She doesn’t elaborate further. She doesn’t need to. That day is bittersweet. It’s a reminder that she’d been promised to another man. But it’s also the day our relationship shifted. And nothing’s been the same since.

I hold the extra helmet out to her, but I don’t release it. Instead, I give it a little tug, and it brings her ear closer to me.

“It’s perfect. Though you look too good to just sit behind me. I want to eat you up.”

Her smile grows, causing her eyes to sparkle, and they transfix me. They’re the eyes I want to gaze into for all eternity.

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