Page 27 of Just Like This
“Garrett,” she breathed out as I nipped at her sensitive center. She jerked and started to tremble in my hands.
“Cami, let go,” I rumbled before sucking her clit back into my mouth. My grip on her hips was loose as I continued my pursuit, assaulting her core relentlessly with my tongue until her body vibrated with tension, and she finally cried out.Victory.
She was panting as her orgasm subsided. Internally, I patted myself on the back for a job well done as I placed fluttering kisses on the inside of her thighs. My dick, however, reminded me painfully that it needed attention as it strained uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans. But from the sleepy look on Cami’s face, I knew that I’d have to deny myself a little longer.
* * *
The feelingof having Cami under me was absolutely perfect. We were tangled up in a mess on her very comfortable couch. We talked quietly, our murmurs filling the condo as the sun set over the city in a blaze of fiery orange. Her cheeks were still flushed, and every now and then, she’d get a look in her eye that told me she was replaying our lunchtime tryst. Every time her lips twitched before transforming into a grin, I pulled her tight against my chest and kissed her.
“Tell me something no one else knows,” I quietly demanded.
“I miss my mom,” she admitted. I was surprised by her confession because of her reluctance to even talk about her mother.
“How long has she been gone?”
“Seven years.”
I shifted our bodies until she was tucked between me and the back of the couch. My fingers sifted through her hair slowly, playing with the silken strands.
“Were you close?”
Cami wrinkled up her nose. “I don’t know. I was closer to her than Valerie was.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think she understood Valerie. Mom always needed to be out exploring, and Valerie just wanted to stay home. I became a willing accomplice to her spontaneity. She took me on the most random weekend trips simply because she wanted to visit someplace new.” Cami was quiet for a moment, her face reflecting thoughtful consideration. “I think she saw something of herself in me. We were like kindred spirits.”
“What did you have in common?”
She pursed her lips and made a soft humming noise. “Desire.”
“What do you desire, Cami?” I asked her softly before placing a light kiss on her lips, which she eagerly returned. Her small hands slid under my T-shirt and brushed against my stomach before latching onto the waistband of my jeans. I reached between us with one hand and snatched up both of hers. “I can wait.”
“But what if I can’t?”
“I’d like our first time to be somewhere other than a couch.”
“Then I can wait too,” she said on an exhale of breath. “Your turn now. Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”
“I regret joining the Army.” I could see the confusion in her eyes, so I explained further. “It was a knee-jerk reaction. I should have considered what I was doing first instead of signing up without thinking about my family.” My confession surprised me. It was like the words just tumbled right from my brain without a second thought, and the moment they had, I felt lighter.
“I missed those last precious moments with my mother. The last time I saw her, she was crying because I was leaving for boot camp. She begged me not to go, and there was a moment when I almost gave in because I would have done almost anything for her. But I still left and then she was gone.” I swallowed the emotion that wanted to bubble up. This was the most I had ever talked about my mother to anyone, and it felt good because the burden of those memories was heavy.
She placed one of her hands on the side of my face and studied me closely. “Do you think she’s proud of you?”
I turned my head slightly to place a kiss on her palm. “Yes,” I answered. “But she’d be even prouder that I decided to come back.” This moment had turned into one of unexpected honesty.
“I’m going to regret asking this,” she said quietly, and I felt her body tense. She looked at me pointedly, her blue eyes a little harder than before. “Tell me about Nikki.”
I groaned and rolled off the couch. I stood and stretched out my body before walking over to the wall of windows that faced the city. “Do you have any beer?”
She shook her head. “I haven’t lived here for a while, and it’s been a few months since the last renters moved out.”
“Then let’s go out because if we’re going to talk about Nikki, I want a beer.”
Cami stood and ran her hands through her wild curly brown locks. She tugged on her khaki shorts and adjusted her loose tank top. “I hope you don’t want to go anywhere fancy,” she said.
“Just any place with beer.”
