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I exhale, then Cam kisses me again—slower now, deeper. His hand coasts down my side, gripping my thigh to hook it higher around his hip. He groans when our bodies slot together more tightly.

“You feel—fuck, you feelsogood,” he murmurs. “Can I—?”

“Yes,” I nod, already arching into him. “Please.”

He pushes my shorts down with maddening patience, eyes locked on mine the whole time. His fingers find me easily, and he exhales sharply, his forehead falling to my shoulder.

“Shit,” he hisses through his teeth. “You’re already—god,baby. How long’ve you been needing this?”

He slides a finger into me, then two, pushing so deep I whimper into his chest.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with praise. “Let me hear you.”

My hips move, chasing more, and he gives it; crooking his fingers just right, kissing my throat, mouthing at my scent patch through the thin cotton of my shirt.

“You smell so fucking good,” he groans. “Like youwantme.”

“I do,” I gasp. “Cam, Ineedyou.”

“Then you’ve got me,” he says, kissing me hard. “All of me.”

He sits back just enough to tug off my shirt. His gaze drags over my exposed skin, and he makes a sound low in his throat as his hands skim along my sides.

“Fuck, Aimee,” he murmurs, voice thick. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

His lips trace every inch of exposed skin as I reach for the waistband of his boxers, desperate to feel all of him, but his hand curls around mine, stilling it against his stomach.

“Wait,” he says. I freeze, my heart in my throat, but his thumb brushes my wrist, grounding me. “I need to say this first.”

I nod, waiting.

“Once I’m inside you, there’s no pretending this is casual anymore. Not for me. Notever.”

I blink up at him. My chest feels like it might crack open. “Cam…”

“I know you’re still working through stuff,” he continues, eyes searching mine. “And I’ll never ask for more than you’re ready to give. But this?” His hand presses gently over my heart. “This isn’t just lust, Aimee. This isn’t justneed. It’s you, and me, and every goddamn second I’ve wanted you.”

I exhale shakily, and he kisses me again as he presses me down into the mattress and strips the rest of our clothes off with trembling hands. His body is golden and hard andso bigabove mine.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs, brushing my hair off my face, kissing my temple.

“It’s not,” I breathe. “Cam, I want—please—”

He doesn’t make me finish. Instead, he lines himself up, holds my hips still with both hands, and sinks into me with one slow, devastating thrust.

My hands curl against his back, clutching his skin as I gasp. I feel sofull, so stretched, and Cam groans, forehead pressed to mine.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You feel—Christ, you feel like you were made for me.”

I’m panting now. My legs are wrapped tight around his waist, and my hips lift instinctively, trying to pull him deeper. When he finally starts to move, it’s slow and measured. He draws back with excruciating care and slides in again just as deeply, setting a rhythm that’s all about control and connection.

“I’ve got you,” he breathes again, voice cracking. “No one else. Just me. Just us.”

And I don’t care what tomorrow looks like. I don’t care about Wes or wars or how many times I’ve broken my own heart; because tonight, I let Cam hold the pieces.

And he doesn’t let a single one fall.

Chapter Twenty-One

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