Page 22 of His Team

“Speaking of songs. This is one of my jams. Come dance with me.”

I tune into the song and lift a brow. It’s Jodeci’s “Ride & Slide.” Not what I would expect to be one of this big Texan’s favorite songs.

“What do you know about Jodeci?” I tease.

“More than you know. I have all their shit. I’ve worn out a few albums and had to replace them. This is from theDiary of a Mad Bandalbum. Track five.”

I pull a face and nod. “Okay, Cam. You’re from here, right? Texas?”

“Born and raised. Why?”

I bite my lip and look him over. He’s so much bigger up this close. It’s so hard to dwarf me, but he towers over me effortlessly.

“Nothing, just trying to learn more about you,” I reply.

He drops his hand from my waist and grabs mine, then places his beer bottle down. In the next motion, he’s leading me into the next room where people are dancing. Well, grinding is a better description.

Cam lifts my arm above my head and spins me before he pulls my back to his front. He holds me close with a hand splayed on my belly as he moves from side to side with a little bounce to his step.

I smile but keep in step with him. He buries his face in my neck and begins to sing the words just beneath my ear. I feel him beginning to grow hard against my ass.

“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?” he breathes in my ear, the scent of beer filling my nostrils.

I should be turned off, but I’m not. Instead, I’m growing a pulse between my legs. He runs his nose against my neck when I don’t answer.

I’m taken by surprise as he spins me again and pulls me closer. This time, he dips his head until we’re nose to nose. I can’t even remember his question. He slips his leg between mine and moves us to the beat of the music.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist tightly. When I lick my lips, my tongue brushes his lowerlip because he’s that close. He tightens his hold and moves his lips to my ear.

“I want you, Amina. I want you so fucking bad.”

I jerk my head back as my middle name comes out like a bucket of ice water. I can’t do this with Cam. As much as I feel this attraction and want him too, this isn’t going to happen.

As if reading my mind, he dances me into a corner where I’m blocked from the view of everyone else. I look up into his eyes and they’re filled with lust. Before I can stop him, he lifts his fingertips to my chin and tilts my head back.

The next thing I know, my toes are curling in my heels. Cam slides his free hand down my back to my ass and squeezes. I lift onto my toes and return the kiss.

He’s an amazing kisser. It feels like he’s fucking my mouth with his tongue. I whimper and he groans, deepening the kiss.

He palms the side of my face as he eats my mouth, his hand on my ass tightens. Sucking at my lips and swirling his tongue in my mouth, he scrambles my thoughts.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. He’s breathing heavily and his growing erection is still stabbing into me. I feel like I might faint.

“Wow,” he breathes. “We would be so good together. Just one night.

“Give me one night to prove it to you. I won’t disappoint. Please, Amina.

“Come home with me. I want you, baby. I need you.”

There’s that ice bucket again. This time, I shake my head clear and push at his chest. He tries to kiss me again, but I turn my face away.

“Cam, I can’t,” I say.

“Shit, I’m sorry. You just ... ever since I first saw you, you’ve had this pull on me.

“Listen, I want to get to know you. Can we get some air and talk? I should probably start to sober up.”

I stare down at my feet and shrug. I should say no, but I feel this pull too. I want to know what it is about him that I can’t seem to shake.

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