Page 30 of Best Part of Me

“I’ve never been here before,” she admits.

“Really?”

“You know my parents were too busy with the store to take us on vacations. The most we ever did was visit my grandparents in Breckenridge. Then Mom got sick.” She hunches her shoulders.

“Right.” A lump slides into my throat.

Cammie holds up her phone and takes a picture of the sunset before it’s too late. “Get in a selfie with me,” she says.

I rub the back of my neck. A picture of the two of us is a dangerous idea. It’s evidence. Something we won’t be able to BS our way out of if Jones comes across them. But resisting Cammie isn’t something I’ve ever been able to do.

“As long as you’re not going to post it or share it with anyone. Ya know, Jones?”

“Cross my heart,” she answers sweetly. But we both know that mouth is anything but sweet. “I’ll put it in a secret photo file I can pull up and look at when I’m missing you.”

My heart stops beating.When I’m missing you. I will be wrecked when our ten days together are over. Completely and utterly pulverized.

“Then you better send it to me so I can do the same thing.”

We gaze at one another, eyes locked, and we exchange all the unspoken words we should probably say out loud but don’t. They’ll haunt me later when we’re back home and I’m alone in my apartment. When I’m fisting my cock thinking of her and she’s in a relationship with some new asshole.

Only, I’m the asshole. Because if I could just tell her to hell with everyone else, and make her mine, there wouldn’t be any new guy.

I wrap my arm around her waist, squeezing her hip while she takes the selfie. When she brings her phone down, I yank her close to me, almost lifting her from the ground.

“How come it feels like I’m missing you already, but you’re right here with me?” I whisper gruffly, hovering my mouth dangerously close to hers.

She smiles against my lips. “That makes no sense.” But then she kisses me.

It’s intense and desperate.

Kissing her. Touching her. All of it makes me feel possessive. Even though I have no right. She’s not mine. Except that she is. For the next ten days.

I slide both hands to her backside and grip her ass before I hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and moans into my mouth.

I draw back and waggle my brows. “Wanna skip dinner and help me set up the tent instead?”

“That’s a silly question.”

She hops down and takes my hand, practically dragging me back toward the Jeep like we can’t get there fast enough. My heart flutters at the sound of her laughter as we speed walk down the path. We pass a few kids on their bikes and parents who try to wavehello, but my vision is zoned in on Cammie’s perfect ass in her yoga pants. Envisioning it bent over in front of me. I’m like a bull, my lustful eyes set on my prey, steam huffing from my nostrils.

Cammie is more reserved than I am. She waves and exchanges “hello”s and “how are you”s to a few people on our way. But as soon as we reach the Jeep and I catch a glimpse of her face, her eyes shine with a craving of her own.

A craving for me.

“The tent is fast to set up,” I assure her, reaching up to begin the process.

“It better be.”

I chuckle, and her cheeks pinken.

“How can I help move this along?”

“I guess showing you how to set up the tent isn’t a bad idea. Seeing as we’re going to be doing this together every night for the next ten days.”

“Doing this?” she asks while she gestures at the tent. “Or... doing this?” She moves her hand in the space between us.

“Whatever you want, Sunshine.”

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