Page 37 of Best Part of Me

“I think I know you better than you’re giving me credit for.”

“Did I not give you enough credit?” Fire flashes in her eyes.

“No, no, I think you adequately thanked me.”

“Just adequately?” She teases me by gliding a fingertip down my chest. It takes a detour, sliding across my still-pounding heart, before drawing a circle around my nipple.

This woman is driving me fucking insane.

“I can honestly say that was the slowest and most meticulous blow job I’ve ever experienced.” I can feel her shrink beside me, her hand falling away from my chest. I tug her in close, squish her breasts against me. “And it was fucking mind blowing and pure torture. It was the best one I’ve ever had.”

She purses her lips before finally saying softly, “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Mav?”

“Never.”

It feels like the truth. Iwantit to be the truth. But I’m not good at this relationship shit. Never have been. Monogamy feels unnatural. Yet, with Cammie, it feels like it could be possible. Simple even.

“Good. Because I’m not sure I could handle that.” She rests her palm on my chest, her blinks lengthy.

“I’d never hurt you, Sunshine.” I close my eyes and press a lingering kiss to her forehead.

“I know. Because just like you know me, and you see me, I know you too. And I see you.”

My gut twists and the air in my lungs evaporates at her words.I see you.I feel exposed. My throat goes raw, and at first instinct, I want to hide.

No other woman on this planet knows the real me. The heartache I felt when my dad left at the age of sixteen. Followed by my mom before I’d even turned eighteen. The lonliness that still sometimes consumes me.

Except this is Camille. My Sunshine. I don’t have to be ashamed because she sees the real me. All the fucked up parts of me. And she still wants me.

I can’t find the words to speak, so instead, I gently press a kiss to her forehead.

“Better be careful, Ladies’-Man-Mav, or you might just fall in love with me,” she says sleepily.

My gut tightens at her words, but the tension eases as her breathing evens. I slide my nose down hers and then rest it there, marveling in the way it feels to have her in my arms. It’s something I could get used to.

But know I can’t.

“Too late,” I whisper into the night while she sleeps.

* * *

I awaketo the moon shining through the lining of the tent, surprising me with its brightness. Blinking a few times, it takes me a moment to remember where I’m at. But as soon as Cammie pushes her perfectly smooth ass into my front, I’m instantly reminded.

The memories from the night before where I spilled my fucking guts to Cammie assault my mind. My heart beats anxiously. What if my confession of my eight-month dry spell turns her off? I need the reassurance and crave to touch her, be closer to her.

I wrap my arm around her tighter and pull her against my early morning erection. She feels amazing. I nuzzle her hair before kissing her behind the ear, and she groans softly. If I wasn’t already hard, that cute little sound would’ve done the trick.

“What time is it?” she whispers, her voice hoarse.

“Not sure. Either really early or really late. Regardless, we shouldn’t be awake.”

“Agreed.” She clasps her hand into mine, squishing them to her chest, and my tension eases.

This is like a bonus to an already pleasant early wake-up. I’d take having my hand lost between her full breasts any day.

But then she lets go and pushes up to her elbow, gazing over her shoulder at me. “Now that I’m awake though, I’m starving.”

Sitting up, I brush my lips over the top of her chilled shoulder. “Me too,” I growl against her skin.

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