Page 83 of Best Part of Me

With two quick strides, I’m standing in front of her, so close I catch her distinctive scent. “Fuck them.”

But she takes a step back until she’s leaning against the sink. A drop of her chin, defeat in her slumped shoulders, has me reaching for her hand. I hear the sharp intake of her breath when our skin makes contact.

“Mav,” she whispers.

It’s so quiet. So simple. And yet, the nickname sends my heart thumping like a kick drum in my chest. I rub my thumb over the top of her hand and lift her chin, raising her line of vision so she has nowhere else to look than at me.

“I guess I am crazy.” That gets a half smile out of her. But I want more. I’m craving a laugh, a conversation, a kiss. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Her confession unravels the self-control I’ve been holding back.

I lean in for a kiss, and she not only allows it, she welcomes it, parting her lips for me. I dive in further, deeper, my tongue finding hers, and everything finally feels right. The past two days, I’ve been in a fog. Focusing solely on work. Because it seems I’ve forgotten how to function without her.

I grip the sink behind her and lean into her, my hard-on pressing against her. She reaches a hand to my chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of my sweater. I grab hold of one full ass cheek and rock my hips into her.

Being in her presence feels like home. The emptiness caused by my usual loneliness swells at her touch. My skin buzzes with desire so intense I might come undone before I even have the chance to dive inside her.

“Don’t stop,” she rasps in my ear as I press persistent kisses to her neck.

“I knew you’d miss this, Sunshine.” I slide a hand up the inside of her skirt, the skin-on-skin contact along with me living my earlier fantasy is making me feel insane. She’s got on a silky thong and it’s already soaked.

She hops onto the sink and wraps her legs around my waist, and I rock against her desperately.

“I need you, Mav.”

There’s a small voice in the back of my head that says,this is a public bathroom. But suddenly, her hands are on my belt, undoing it with quick precision, and all reservations fly out of my mind.

I only have one thought right now.

“Yeah, how bad?” I ask, scraping my stubbled chin down her neck as I flip her dress up.

“Real bad.” She yanks my zipper down, and her hand is quick to find my throbbing cock.

I thrust into her palm, and when I shove her panties to the side and drag a knuckle over her clit, she whimpers.

A smile tugs at my lips. “You’re already so wet for me.”

“Mav,” she breathes out a chuckle against my mouth. “My panties have been drenched since I walked in the door tonight and saw you straddling that barstool.”

Her words send me over the edge. I trace her pussy with the tip of my cock, up and down and back again, before I plunge into her. She gasps and clutches my back, her fingernails digging into my skin and heightening all my senses.

I thrust into her and fill her, and I’m reminded how we fit so perfectly together. Our rhythm in sync. Even when it’s fast and hard, like tonight, she matches my tempo. It’s stupid to be in my head right now when I have her in my arms. But I know it won’t be enough. I needher.

Now, tonight, tomorrow. Forever.

The door rattles. It’s quickly followed by a woman hollering, “Why is the door locked?” Her footsteps retreat as I hear her say, “Guess I’m going in the men’s room.”

My head goes dizzy as Cammie’s moaning grows louder. Her thighs tighten around my waist, and I release the sink and grip her ass so I can anchor her to me and dive into her deeper. She takes it, willingly and eagerly.

“Please,” she begs. “Give it to me.”

“How hard?”

“You know me by now. I can take it.”

“I know, Sunshine.”

I give her what she requests. And at the same time, I grasp her hip and stroke my thumb over her clit. She dissolves against me, her head falling back and giving my lips full access to that sleek neck of hers.

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