Page 16 of Best Part of Me

I turn to face her, propping a knee on the sofa, and find her staring at me. Her eyes are glazed over with exhaustion, her face weary, and her lips pouty. I want to erase the pain and the worries circling in her mind. I want to comfort her. I want to be her strength if she has none left. With my heart pounding in my throat, I somehow form the words.

“And what will make you happy, Cammie?”

She stares at me for several beats. So long, I wonder if I’ve imagined speaking the words out loud. Until her lips finally part, and I’m distracted by the temptation of their fullness. Of what they’d feel like wrapped around my cock.

“No guy has ever cared enough to ask me that.”

Her words jab me in the fucking heart. I want to comfort her and fight everyone who has ever hurt her. This woman who is all sunshine and roses. Who sees the glass half-full rather than empty. She doesn’t deserve this.

“I care.”

“I know you do.” She takes a sip of the amber liquid, and my throat constricts at the sight of her glass and how much she’s drunk.

“I’ve always cared.”

The blue of her eyes darkens as she uncrosses her ankles and bends her knees, opening her legs to me, and instantly answering my earlier suspicion about if she’s wearing anything underneath my oversized sweatshirt. She gives me unhindered access to the white lacey thong she’s wearing, and I get tunnel vision.

Fuck.

Saliva pools in my mouth, and if I wasn’t already hard before, I am solid now. My fingers ache with an unforgiving need to touch her there—everywhere—but I force myself to wait for her to come to me. She’s been drinking, and I need to know this is real, and she wants it. Wants me.

I place my hand on her knee and force her legs closed. All that delicacy is too distracting.

Leaning in closer to her, I swallow and repeat the question, “Cammie, what will make you happy?”

“Long-term? I’m still trying to figure it out,” she whispers, rising to her knees on the sofa and drawing my attention with each of her movements. “But I know what will make me happy tonight.”

“Tell me,” I coax, the desire for her blackening the edges of my vision.

“You.” She speaks the word so quietly that I almost think I’ve imagined it.

“Me, what?” I growl. I need to hear her say it. That she wants me.

She sets her glass on the coffee table before inching across the sofa on her knees toward me. All it would take to have her in my lap would be my arm to swoop around her back. But again, I resist even as the craving burns in my fingertips to touch her.

Cammie takes my glass from my hand, and I let her. After she puts it next to hers on the coffee table, she sets her hands on my shoulders, the physical contact already driving me wild. She stretches one leg across me until she’s straddling me and suspended above my rock-hard erection.

Long blonde hair sweeps over my cheek as she lowers her face closer to mine. My lungs fight for air until I finally inhale a deep breath of her citrus scent. I let out an animalistic groan from deep in my throat. I’ve never had to resist a woman like this before. And it only causes me to feel more greedy for her. I feel like I might fucking explode.

“You will make me happy.” Her words are like a gift, an answered prayer.

“I want to. Show me how you want me to do that,” I urge as I grip each of her bare calves and anchor her to me.

For one cruel moment, I regret asking her to make the first move and worry twists in my gut.Maybe this isn’t going to happen.There’s a flash of doubt in her body language as she dangles above me, and her eyes dance over my face. But she gives me reprieve as she bows her head and hovers her lips over mine for only a flicker before her mouth crashes down on mine.

She wraps her hands around my neck, and her tongue darts across my lips until I welcome it inside greedily. She tastes sweet and forbidden, and I hunger for more of her. Forallof her.

I nip at her lower lip with my teeth, eliciting a moan from her throat. It’s like music to my ears and pure torture all at once. I run my hands up her smooth thighs until they reach her round backside. Massaging her bare ass, I tease the sensitive skin on her neck with kisses. She writhes on top of me.

Fuck. She feels so good. Too good. My need to have her skyrockets and I squeeze each butt cheek in my palms and yank her down against my rock-hard cock as I thrust my hips into her.

Cammie gasps. “Like this,” she says, nearly breathless. “This is how.”

My ears buzz at her words, encouraging me to continue.

“This is how you can make me happy. You feel so good, Mav.” She grinds against me, and I feel like I might come unglued.

“What else can I do?” I ask, breathless in between spreading kisses across her jawline.

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