Page 47 of The Summer Arrangement
When his head lifts, and our eyes meet, I’m frozen in place. His stony expression is unreadable and makes my nerves fire off like live wires. As his determined strides close the distance between us, my stomach ties in knots. I’ve never seen this look from him, and I have no idea what’s going on in that head of his.
The moment he’s directly in front of me, chills run up my spine. The sudden tension between us is palpable, and I see a heat in his eyes I finally recognize.
Ho-ly fuck, this man wants me.
“Wanna dance?” The invitation comes out deep and gravelly, as he reaches for my hand.
Between the want in his eyes and the sexy timbre of his voice, I’m certain I’d follow this man anywhere.
One nod is all it takes.
In a well-practiced move, he simultaneously rests our linked hands on his chest, as his free hand splays across the center of my lower back, pulling me close. The moment we start swaying to the music, my entire body melts into him.
Leaning my head against his chest, I inhale deeply.
Holy hell, this man smells utterly divine. It’s a spicy mixture of cinnamon, sandalwood, the ocean breeze, and something I can only determine as Cameron himself all rolled up into one.
Squeezing me tighter, Cameron exhales heavily. “I can’t believe how much I’ve missed this.”
We sway for a few beats before my brain needs confirmation. Hating to break away from him, I pull only my head back to look him in the eye. “You’ve missed dancing?”
A smile plays at his lips. “No. You sexy adorable woman. I’ve missed you.”
There’s no way he’s saying what I think he is saying, is he?
“I’ve seen you almost every day for the last month.”
“Yes, and in that time, it’s been hell keeping my distance.”
Pressing my body closer to his, I raise a brow and hedge. “You don’t seem to be keeping much of a distance now.”
The hand on my back grips me tighter, and his voice is thick when he says, “I wastryingto be good. I was tryingto do what’s right for Emilia, and I wastryingto do right by you.”
Grinding my hips into his, I innocently ask, “How’s that workin’ out for ya?”
“Jesus Christ, Elizabeth. Are youtryingto get me killed?” he spits out.
Well, that’s not what I was expecting. “Killed?”
Pursing his lips, he glances over my head, then back to me. “Right now… there are three disgruntled guys who look like they might kick my ass if I hurt you.”
“Oh, please,” I huff, and then turn to see for myself.
Oh, shit. He’s right. Ryan, Jax, and Finn areallglowering at Cameron.
Obviously, they think he’s taking advantage of me.
Fuck, I need to prove them wrong before they cause a scene.
Turning back to Cameron, I ask, “Do you trust me?”
By the way his brows pinch together, I can tell he’s not following where I’m going with this. But once his eyes meet mine, he whispers, “Of course, I trust you.”
“One last question… Do you still want to keep your distance?”
“What do you think?” he says, gripping my back tighter.
That’s all I need.
