Page 52 of Sunny Skies Ahead
“Not dreaming,” I murmured. “Let’s head back.”
Kameron’s lips tilted up in a smirk.
“Surely you don’t mean back to the farmhouse.”
I shook my head.
“The tiny house, obviously.”
Kameron narrowed his eyes briefly.
“You’re going to have to tell me exactly what you want, Imogen.”
My cheeks heated.
“I want you,” I said quietly, running my hands up the length of his arms, “to stay the night with me.”
“And do what, exactly?”
He leaned in, running his fingertips along the column of my throat, a feather-light touch that ended with him cupping my face.
“I’ll tell you when we get there.”
Kameron turned his face to the sky and let out that loud, thunderous laugh that made my insides melt.
“You and your secrets, Imogen Phillips.”
I untangled myself from him, leaving only our hands intertwined, and pulled him towards the tiny house. I’d never been more grateful that the pasture wasn’t far from the houses, because as soon as I pushed open the door of the tiny house, Kameron was there, sliding his hands up my arms and pulling my face towards his again. I hadn’t realized we were moving backwards until my backside hit the counter, reality clicking into place as I pulled back, chest heaving and lips tingling.
“What about Bass?” I gasped as Kameron leaned down to press a kiss to my jaw, tracing the sensitive shell of my ear as he did so.
Kameron groaned, pressing his face into the column of my neck.
“Tell me you’re not asking me about the damn dog when I’mthisclose to—”
“We can’t abandon him,” I said, cheeks flaming as I cut off whatever dirty talk was about to come out of his mouth.
Kameron pulled back to look at me, that fire still blazing in his eyes. His gaze sent a shiver down my spine.
“I gave him his nightly bone before we went on our walk, and he has a dog door,” Kameron said, stepping back and undoing the top button of his shirt. My eyes tracked the movement before snapping back up to his. He paused at the second button, his eyes clearing for a moment as he looked at me. “Unless you mentioning the dog was a polite way to say you’ve changed your mind.”
“Don’t you dare leave,” I said, grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt and pulling him to me once more, groaning at the feeling of his lips moving against mine. The kiss at the dock had been incredible, but nothing compared to the earth-shattering feeling of Kameron’s full attention on me, devouring every breath and small noise like they were his life force.
It’s too soon, the voice in the back of my head whispered. It’s too soon to feel something like this.
But as Kameron’s shirt fell to the floor and his fingertips traced the outsides of my thighs before lifting me onto the counter and stepping between my legs, I realized I didn’t care. His lips found mine once more, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping him as close as possible, letting myself fall into the feeling of him.
Chapter sixteen
Imogen
Waking up next to Kameron felt like waking up in a liminal space. Somewhere between reality and a dream. His arm thrown over my waist, his face turned away from me, the sheets having shifted in the night to reveal the long, muscled planes of his back.
“It’s nice to be the one being stared at for once.”
Heat immediately rushed to my cheeks, and I bit down on my index finger to hide my smile.
“Sorry,” I said somewhat sheepishly.
