Page 66 of Hiding Hollywood

“A little.” She stroked her hands down his back, letting her nails glide along his skin as he trailed his lips along the column of her throat.

“You won’t make me laugh. I’m not ticklish,” he mumbled as his lips trailed lower until they brushed near her breast. The warmth of his breath made a shiver race over her skin. She gripped his hips, tracing the top of his jeans along his hard waist.

Without hesitation, she flicked open and unzipped his jeans. “I wasn’t trying to make you laugh.”

She wanted to drive him crazy.

Make him want her at least half as much as she wanted him.

His hand finally cupped her breast and touched her the way she wanted. A deep moan vibrated from his chest.

Her eyes closed, and she pushed away any thought of their future.

That was the only sound she wanted to hear.

Addie wasin his bed and under his body. Impossible.

Incredible. He took his time, savoring every inch of her with his hands. His mouth. Her sweet curves and scent pushed their reality to the farthest point in his mind. In his room, in the dark, his reality only consisted of her.

He finally couldn’t stand it any longer and reached for a condom.

Her lips looked swollen, and her body vibrated with the same need that flowed through his veins. He’d done that to her. Damn it if he didn’t want to be the man to put that look on her faceeverynight.

“Cameron.” His name in her soft, breathless voice, pulled him back into the present. He slipped into her. The world around him shattered.

He didn’t move.

He didn’t breathe.

He couldn’t, not with his heart suddenly engulfed in flames. And he was supposed to walk away from her?

He swallowed down the surge to hold onto her forever, kicking the heartbreak away and focusing on how good she felt. Control became elusive and, in a few strokes, their bodies synced. And, while he could, he held onto Addie. For the moment, she was his.

Cameron reached out an arm,finding the other side of the bed empty. He sat up. The sound of the shower running in the bathroom squeezed into his foggy brain.

Addie.

He fell back face first into his pillow. Calling last night “unplanned” was a massive understatement. He’d steeled himself against taking her to his bed since their first kiss, making several mental lists why it would end up a bad idea. She was his responsibility. He lived clear across the country from her. Trevor would have his ass. Then, there was her boyfriend. Or her recent break-up with the boyfriend. He’d never call last night a mistake.

It’d been amazing.

Every inch of her.

She’d want coffee, no doubt. Rolling from the bed, he pulled on a pair of gym shorts and headed to the kitchen. He winced at the sink full of dirty dishes. He hadn’t expected company. He poured soap into the dishwasher, already full, and started the load. At least if it was full of clean dishes, he had a little excuse for the pileup.

Pulling out the coffee, he measured out his usual serving.

Smooth hands wrapped around his torso.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up.” Addie pressed her lips against the center of his back. She scooted under his arm to face him, wrapped in a towel. “A good cup of coffee right now might rival last night.”

With her makeup washed off, her lips unpainted, and hair damp from the shower, she looked too innocent for how he thought of her. Or the things they’d done.

He kissed her, and the same surge of want soared through his body. He’d never make it out of the house if he touched her. Now that he’d had a taste of her, the consequence of destroying his heart didn’t matter.

He stilled her hands at his waistband before she derailed his morning. “Let me fix the coffee, and then, I’ll jump in the shower.”

She nipped his bottom lip. “Do you have to go to work?”

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