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“Jesus, Camila,” he gasped, his pace turning erratic.

My fingers dug into his back, holding him against me as he thrust. One, two, three more strokes and he stiffened, then cursed, his hips stilling as he came.

When his body collapsed on top of mine, I stroked his back and kissed the side of his neck. My thighs were trembling and my heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling his head from my neck and staring down at me. He cupped my cheek before kissing me deeply, then he rolled, taking me with him until I was sprawled over his muscular body.

We were both silent for a while, the only sound in the room was our panting breaths. He was brushing his hand over my ass, occasionally palming it while we recovered.

I closed my eyes, my cheek against his chest as I listened to the beating of his heart. This was exactly what I’d needed and I felt closer to him than ever. I frowned, realizing that my time was up. I was going to have to tell him my secret. I couldn’t keep it from him anymore.

Tomorrow.

The last thing I wanted to do was ruin this perfect night with all the nightmares of my past. I’d give myself this one amazing night with him, then tomorrow I’d sit him down and give him the entire story.

CHAPTER 16

Kilo

The scream woke me up and I came up ready to fight. Then I realized Camila was sleeping beside me and thrashing around. “Shhh, wake up, Cami,” I soothed. I held her arms pinned to her sides so she couldn’t accidentally hurt herself.

Her eyes snapped open and she froze, as though listening for danger.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” I told her, letting her go and smoothing the hair out of her face.

She was gulping in breaths as though she’d just run a mile. Then she did something that cracked my fucking stone-cold heart in two. She turned into me and pressed her face into my chest, taking comfort in me.

I was a fucking goner.

How was I supposed to resist this woman? She was everything I wanted. She was a mystery at first, but little bylittle she was letting her guard down. Letting me in. Seeing her turn from the suspicious, solemn, woman I first met into this beautiful creature who smiled and laughed... Damn. I wasn’t a poetic kind of man, but she almost made me want to fucking try to be. She just filled in all the gaps in my life. With seemingly no effort.

I was stroking her hair as she calmed down, waiting until she caught her breath. “Bad dream?”

She nodded, still keeping her face buried in my chest. She could stay there forever as far as I was concerned.

“Want some water?” I asked her.

She sighed. “Yes, please.”

I waited a beat until her arms unwrapped from me, then stood up. I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and sweats.

“Sorry I woke you,” she whispered.

“Don’t apologize,” I told her. “I’ll be right back.”

She settled back against the pillows. The moonlight was the only thing lighting up the room. I didn't bother to turn on the lights as I went into the kitchen and filled up a glass of water. We’d eaten the lasagna in bed and then I’d fucked her again before we’d both fallen asleep. I knew I wasn’t ever going to get enough of her.

I looked up as movement caught my eye. Someone was walking down Camila’s driveway. It was only eleven at night, but these women didn't have visitors. I set the glass down, grabbed the pistol I had stashed in a holster under one of the cabinets—I had weapons all over this house—and made a beeline for the front door. I knew Camila was keeping something from me. She and her family weren’t very good liars. And either this guy—had to be a guy, judging from his height—had something to do with it, or it was Shawn the douche creeping around. Either way, I was going to take care of it.

It didn’t take long to catch up with the guy. He was strolling along like he wasn’t being a fucking creep outside my girl’s house. I’d stuffed my gun into the back of my sweats. “Who the fuck are you and why are you-” I didn’t even get to finish because the fucker moved too fast for my liking.

He spun around and I took in his face. Blond. Tall. Blue eyes. Pretty boy. “Who the fuck are you?” he growled.

“That’s my fucking question,” I snapped.

“You live around here?” When I didn’t answer he shook his head. “Fuck off.”

“Not until you tell me what you were doing skulking around,” I told him.

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