Page 55 of Coincidentally Kismet

“Is that what you think?” She can’t be serious. But she looks at me, tight-lipped, unwavering in her assessment. “Cameron Jane, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re not even close to being overweight, but even if you were,I would still choose you a million times over because what’s in here can’t be beat.” I place my hand on her heart.

“Still, I’m not where I want to be. For myself.” She plays it off like she believes me, but I can tell she’s not a hundred-percent sold. I make a mental note to keep reminding her.

“That’s okay, you know I will help you, I’ve already been trying to. But promise me one thing. If you feel insecure, tell me. It would be my pleasure to show you just how much I adore your curves.” She rolls her eyes but grabs the bag of donuts. I consider that a win, for now.

“Mm-uh-gosh,” she moans around a mouthful of sugar as her eyes practically roll back in her head. I get it. I could live and die by these sweet balls of fried perfection, and her eating them.

Once we finish eating, we settle back into our makeshift bed. Cam snuggles in close, resting her head on my chest, under my chin, and her leg intertwines with mine. She’s soft in all the right places, pressed in close, fitting like she was made just for me. I don’t want to move her, but after going so long without her in my life, I’m desperate to kiss her again.

I slide my hand under her chin and shift her head slightly so she’s peering up at me. There is molten lava in her eyes, and I can tell she wants this too. Her breath catches just slightly. I press my lips to hers, swallowing the small sound.

Cupping her face with one hand and running the other up and down her arm, I swipe my tongue out, running it along the seam of her lips. An invitation for more, if she wants it. She scoots higher, deepening the kiss. Moaning softly, she opens and grants me access. I take my time exploring the lingering taste of cinnamon sugar on her lips. It’s an intoxicating mix of sweetness and raw need.

Cam shifts again, slowly moving her hand down my abs and chest. She’s exploring my body as much as she is my mouth; her touch is not tentative, but confident. Her arms are coveredin goose bumps, and every stroke of my hand makes her shiver in a delightful conformation that she’s as affected as I am. Cam inches her hand further down, gripping my cock through my jeans.

I break the kiss, grabbing her wrist. “You don’t have to do that, Cam. We can take things slow.” I don’t want her to feel pressured to do anything, especially after she told me how she’s been feeling. But also, I would love the opportunity to show her what she does to me.

“I want to, Will,” she says, looking me squarely in the eye with a ferocity and heat I haven’t seen...well, maybe ever.

“I just don’t want you to feel pressured, you know, because of last night. You are the funniest, most thoughtful, caring, and generous person I know. I love that you are so self-sufficient and determined with your work. I just don’t want you to think this is only physical, remember it’s much more about what’s in here and up here.” I place my hand over her heart and then gently swipe my finger across her forehead. It’s the truth, this is about so much more than the physical for me, it’s about what’s in her soul.

“For me too, but I want this right now.” Her eyes glisten with the faint sheen of tears beginning.

I lean in to kiss her again, whispering against her lips, “Okay, but if you get to touch me, Wright, then I get to touch you too.”

I reposition us both on our sides, facing each other, so we can easily touch but still kiss. Cam slides her hand over me again, gripping firmly, and then unbuttons my jeans, sliding the zipper down carefully. I lift up slightly so she can slide my jeans and boxer briefs down. Her breath hitches as she gazes at me with big, round appreciative eyes.

“Hey, you still have on your dress, not fair.” I pretend to pout as my hands shake from the thought of finally being able to touch her.

“Just lift it up a little, and we’re even, Rambo.” She winks at me, continuing to use that ridiculous nickname that I’m sort of starting to love.

Holy shit, does she not have on underwear?I mean, she did remove the leggings, but I thought people still wore something under those. I must look confused because she giggles, taking my hand and sliding it up to her wet, hot heat. She’s soaked.

“Christ! Is that all for me?” My words come out in a husky growl.

She doesn’t answer, just leans in, sucking my bottom lip in between her teeth, returning her focus to my straining erection. She grips me firmly, stroking me tightly in focused movements. This is not going to last long; her small hand feels too good wrapped around me.

I get to work rubbing her nub with my thumb, rotating between slow and fast circles. I take a chance and dip one finger into her hot center—holy fuck, she’s tight. She’s squeezing one finger so snugly, I’m not sure I can fit another. I feel her heating up, getting wetter by the second. Our mouths mingle in languid, lazy movements while we focus on other efforts. I need to get her there quickly because I’m seconds from bursting.

I struggle to add another finger but finally manage. I turn them to crook them at that perfect angle and hit her sweet spot. Her body trembles, and I know she’s close. “Will, oh God, I’m coming,” she cries out.

“Right there with you, baby,” I say right before I release, spurting hot liquid on my belly and the sheets below. It feels like I come forever, her name on my lips. We are both completely satiated and wrung out. She presses a soft kiss to my lips, then rolls onto her back laughing.

“You okay over there?” I ask with an eyebrow raised, but my face is surely amused.

“More than okay, happy.” She giggles again, placing the back of her hand over her mouth.

I shake my head and get up to clean myself up, returning with a couple of damp washcloths, one to wipe off the sheet and one for Cam. This girl and her laughter are quickly becoming my favorite things. After everything is tidied up, I snuggle back into her, pressing my lips to her temple.

“I missed you this week. Thank you for tonight, you’re so sweet.” She yawns, burrowing deeper into me.

“You earned it, Wright. Now rest. I set an alarm, so you’ll have time to go home and change before work tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Will,” she whispers, and I can tell she’s falling asleep by the soft puffs of air faintly escaping her lips.

I lie here awake, simply watching her sleep, thinking of all the ways this is probably going to blow up in my face and all the reasons I couldn’t care less. We didn’t exactly take things slow tonight, but I’m not complaining. I probably should’ve been more honest about the dangers of my job, but it would have ruined the mood. I wanted her to relax and have fun without adding to her stress. I care about her, far more than I’ve admitted. Tonight was fun, perfect, relaxing, and hot as hell. I’m falling for her all over again, which feels familiar and different all at the same time. She is different now but better, stronger in so many ways, and that raises the stakes even more for me. She doesn’t need me, she could easily walk away taking my heart with her.

CHAPTER 26

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