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Never demanding it.

He’s held back, too.

Giving me space and time.

Neverpushing for what he wants.

But the time to hold back is gone.

The kiss is soft and sweet, tentative, because I don’t know how he will react to any of this, but he responds to it quickly, groaning and trying to tug me closer, which is impossible with my stomach between us.

His hands shift back to tangle in my hair, and he angles my head, kissing me deeper, devouring me in an eager rush that matches the intensity of the need consuming me.

Being right here, right now, with Dalton James, feels like the only thing that has been right in almost six months.

I’m not about to lose the moment, not going to let it slip away because of fear or anxiety or the guilt that threatens to rear its ugly head if I allowed it even an inch of space in my mind.

Those are tomorrow’s problems.

Tonight, I’m going to savor every single kiss. Every touch. Everything Dalton can give me.

ChapterThirteen

DALTON

Camille fists my shirt tightly, struggling to drag me closer to her, despite the physical impediment her body creates between us. She kisses me with a wanton recklessness and frantic need I’ve only ever dreamed of. An urgency underlies it, the same as what surges through my own veins, heating my blood until it feels like I’m going to boil over.

Our first kiss iseverythingI thought it would be and somehow more than I ever could have fantasized about at the same time.

Because I’ve never done anything like this.

Never met anyone likeher.

Never felt my heart beat in time with someone else’s or experienced this rush of almost panic-laced desire that I do when I’m with her.

She mewls softly against my lips, shifting herself onto my lap fully. Her ass grinds against my hard cock, and I groan, my fingers digging into her hips to steady her before she inadvertently ends this far too early.

None of the trepidation or hesitation that lingered in her gaze earlier today seems to be here with us tonight, but it could just be the fear talking, the lingering effects of the nightmare that woke her so violently, making her do something she’ll regret in the morning.

I can’t let that happen.

No matter how badly I want this and her, I can’t let her do it if she’s not in her right mind, if she’s still reeling from that trauma and only using me as a distraction from it.

Burrowing my hands in her thick hair, I tug her head back, and her eyes fly open, meeting mine in question. “Camille, are you sure you want—”

She leans forward and captures the rest of my words with another brutal kiss. Her tongue glides along the seam of my mouth, and I open for her, allowing my control to slip even further the harder she pushes for this.

Fuck…

So much for trying to be the gentleman.

Whatever happens tonight, we’ll deal with it in the morning.

Because she doesn’t want to stop.

The way she moves in my lap, clings to my shirt, and releases those needy little whimpers against my lips, God knows I don’t want to stop, either.

She iseverything.

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