Page 50 of Beautifully Reckless

But the thought of that, of leaving her, makes something in my chest twist so tight, I can barely fucking breathe.

“Angel,” I rasp, and a broken sound as small as a whimper escapes her lips, ghosting over mine.

“Please kiss me,” she begs, so soft, but still loud enough for every single fucking cell in my body to hear.

“I shouldn’t,” I whisper back, my fingertips searing where they touch the delicate, smooth skin of her cheeks.

“Why?”

“Because I’m not right for you,” I admit, laying out the raw truth, and she leans in closer, so close that even through the roughness of my beard, I feel the lightest brush of her lips as she breathes her next words.

“If you’re not right for me, then why do youfeelso right?”

“Fuck, Abs.” I practically fucking pant, needing her like I need fucking oxygen.

If we were alone right now, she’d already be mine.

“Kiss me, Cameron.”

That.

Her saying my real fucking name does me in.

A growl rumbles from deep in my chest as I barely stifle it. We’re not alone, but that doesn’t stop me. I give in, crossing that blurry fucking line, and press my lips to hers.

She moanssoftly into the kiss, her hands fisting my leather cut like it’s the only thing tethering her to Earth. Her tongue brushes mine, and fuck, she tastes like temptation wrapped in innocence.

She’s so soft, so sweet under my touch. So fucking pure despite the horror she’s been through.

She’s everything I’m not. Maybe that’s why I crave her like this. Maybe I want to mark her. Ruin her just a little. Know that I pulled her into the dark with me.

My cock is hard. Fucking solid as a rock. I’ve got no hope of controlling it now. It has a mind of its own and it wants her, even though it’s not going to have her, maybe ever. But shit, she is the fucking sun breaking through the darkest storm clouds.

She’s my Angel.

I’ve never been like this with anyone before. Abbey isn’t just some piece of arse I want to conquer.

Fuck, she feels like the very air I breathe.

My oxygen.

As our tongues dance, her whimpers fall into my mouth, and I drink in the sound like it’s something fucking holy, because this moment, this girl with the fire in her soul and softness in her eyes, is the only place I want to be.

She really fucking is.

I didn’t realise it until she ran, but when she did, she took a piece of me with her. And it still fucks with my head how that’s even possible when we’ve only known each other such a short time.

“Oh,” she gasps suddenly, pulling back, her eyes wide, a smile tugging at her lips. “My baby just kicked.”

This time it’s my eyes that go wide, as we both glance down at her belly, hidden under my grey tee.

“He moved?”

She rolls her eyes at me. “You don’t know it’s ahe.”

I shrug. “Sounds better than calling your babyit.”

“True.” She smiles again, her gaze falling to her hand now stroking over the swell of her stomach.

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