Page 65 of The Saint

The space was small but nicely appointed. It wasn’t the usual type of housing Titan would give him. Perhaps they were low on inventory.

“The pantry should be stocked if you’re still hungry.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Along with guns and knives, like the last place.”

For as much danger as she seemed to be in, Amelia seemed to find that amusing. “Most likely.”

“I’ll let you know what I find.” She took approximately thirty seconds to give herself the grand tour. She came back with a hesitant expression on her face—no telling what weapons she’d found.

“What?”

“There’s only one bed.” They both eyed the little two-person couch that looked like it was more for decoration purposes than for seating. “And not much else.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Electricity crackled in the small space around them. The thumping of Amelia’s heart drummed so loudly that she wasn’t sure she could carry on a simple conversation. They were grown adults. They’d flirted and kissed and agreed that more would come between them. But they were not anywhere near the level of familiarity at which they could skip off to bed.

That was why people had dates: intimate table arrangements, quiet conversations, touching and teasing that would lead up to a kiss. A kiss would lead to more. And more was what she would definitely want if it didn’t feel so awkward. But it did after running out on dinner, riding a bus, and getting a ride home from Camden’s coworker.

She laughed nervously.Was there ever a situation that left him uncomfortable?His unflappability was sexy and a reminder that this was part of his job. Judging by the stories he and Colby Winters shared on the drive over, their assignments usually involved gunfire, helicopters, and saving the day. Camden could probably do this assignment in his sleep.

His dark eyes tracked her. “I’ll sleep on the floor,” he offered because they both knew he couldn’t pretend to sleep on the couch.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor, Cam.”

“I know.” His lips curled like those of a man who knew exactly how they would spend the evening. “But I thought I’d offer.”

The room’s electricity crackled again and skipped over her skin, refusing to be ignored. Something about the way he could look at her was as if that sexy smolder and dangerous curl of his lips were promises of things to come.

He closed the distance between them and rested the palms of his hands on her hips. Her heartbeat galloped. Ameliacouldn’t hide the uneven rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes blinked too fast, nearly keeping time with her breaths.

His fingers squeezed her sides, and her body somersaulted. The swell of her breasts tightened. Amelia tipped her chin up and stared into his dark eyes. The intensity was all-consuming.

His hands left her waist, ran up her neck, and threaded into her hair. He tipped her head back and brought his mouth to hers with a hunger that made her soul leave her body. The kiss was hot and hard and sinfully delicious. She melted to him. Camden backed her until she hit the wall. He trapped her, caged her, held her against him with the heavenly press of his sculpted body with hard cut muscles. She couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to try. Kissing him was the end all and be all of survival.

“Fuck,” he growled against her lips.

His mouth dipped to her neck. Amelia moaned. Desire crashed through her veins like lava. Camden pulled far enough away from her to rip her shirt overhead and let it fall. His large hand cupped her breast, and he nuzzled the spot behind her earlobe. Her legs trembled. She threaded her hand into his silky hair and held his lips exactly where she needed him to stay.

He nipped. She squirmed. Camden massaged her breast, and she would have done anything to make her bra vanish. As if he read her mind, he tugged the bra strap off her shoulder and bared her tight nipple. He palmed the mound as she groaned, and then he smiled against her neck as though his life goal was nothing more than bringing her pleasure.

She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Camden pressed his lips to hers again as he stripped it away. He cupped her tits, teasing until Amelia writhed.

She ached for more. Arousal pulsed between her legs. Her body hummed, and she couldn’t be trusted to keep herself upright. Camden moved his mouth to her breast, and the wetheat stole the last of her composure. She breathed out a prayer that it would never end.

Camden unfastened the top button of her jeans. “Okay?”

“Yes.” Her head swam. He lowered the zipper. Bliss slowed the passage of time. His palm ran over her side, her stomach, but all she could think about was where she so desperately needed his fingers to be. “Please.”

He sucked her nipple and slid his hands between her legs. Her arousal coated his fingers, and a stuttering breath caught in his throat. “Sweet fucking woman, you are killing me.”

She had no power to speak. Her head knocked back as his fingers worked over her folds, drawing her apart, and centering his attention on the swollen bundle of nerves she’d been hoping he would find soon.

Amelia shifted her stance. Her hips swayed. “Cam, please.”

He stole his fingers away and yanked her jeans and underwear over her hips and off her legs. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs so quickly that her mind couldn’t keep up.

The wicked hot heat of his tongue nearly shattered her to pieces. She bucked against the wall. His forearm pinned her in place. His tongue circled her clit, driving her higher and higher toward a desperate pinnacle.

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