Page 36 of Be Mine Forever

“You look like you’re thinking naughty thoughts.”

Cam stood over her, his grin wide and open. He looked happier than she had seen him in years. Had she done that?

“Cam, you have got to stop sneaking up on me.”

He lay down beside her and gathered her into a hug, pulling her into the crook of his shoulder.

“Sorry.” He kissed her temple, laced their fingers together, and rested them on his chest. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She scooted closer and threw one leg over both of his. “Hmmmm. I waited all day for this, you know.”

“Hard day?”

“Long day.” Jo tugged the dark hair flopping over his eyes. “This is getting really long.”

“You don’t like it?” He frowned into her palm.

“I like everything about you, mister.”

His body stiffened against her and he sat up, legs over the side of the bed, giving her only the breadth of his back.

“You don’t know everything.”

Jo scooted behind him, skirt scrunched up her legs on either side of him, and laid her head against his back.

“I know everything I need to know to lo…I know everything I need to know.”

Surely Cam knew she loved him? But it didn’t take Einstein to figure out it wasn’t just the sex he wanted to take slowly. They had been together not quite twenty-four hours. That L-word would have to wait, but Jo wanted to send an intergalactic memo so the whole world would know.

“Do you take classes to learn to walk in these things?”

Jo laughed, turning her ankles in the snakeskin Stuart Weitzman stilettos she’d worn all day. Cam undid the buckle and pulled them off. He wrapped his long fingers around the arch of her foot, squeezing and massaging. He worked his way up from her heel to the tips of her toes. She fell back onto the bed again, feeling like she could die happy right now.

“That feels good?”

A moan-sigh was all she could manage. Consciousness slipped away. The muscles of her face slackened and her breath deepened. And then bliss and then nothing.

“Hey.” Cam hovered over her, a knee on either side of her hips. “Wakey, wakey. I have plans.”

Jo creaked one eye open to peer up at Cam from her puffy, perfect bed.

“Plans that involve me getting up?”

“We could just stay here.” Cam stood and leaned against the bedpost at the foot of her bed. “I thought we could have our first date, but if you—”

“I’m up! I’m up!” Jo bounded off the bed and stood in front of him, unable to restrain the grin that broke its leash and landed on her face. “What should I wear?”

“Oh, I get to decide?” Cam spanned her waist with his hands and pulled her close.

Jo took his hand and led him to her closet. She faced him and spread her arms wide to encompass the small village that was her wardrobe.

“Take your pick.”

An hour later, they parked just off the Rivermont Square. Cam turned in his seat, eyes appraising his handiwork—the mist-colored sundress Jo had never worn.

“I must say, I chose well.”

Jo glanced down at the dress she had forgotten she owned. Even now that he had money himself, Cam’s eyes had saucered at the two-thousand-dollar price tag.

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