Page 58 of The Summer Arrangement
God, this man.
“Good to know.” I chuckle. He’s adorable. “Speaking of Emilia, what does she know about her mom?”
“I don’t intend to keep the truth from her, but it hasn’t come up yet, so I haven’t crossed that bridge. How the hell do I tell my daughter her mom didn’t want her?”
“I have no idea,” I admit. My chest squeezes tight at the thought of Emilia hearing those words.
“Since the day she was born, my goal has been to show her how loved and wanted she is. Hopefully…” he sighs heavily then continues, “when the time comes, and I tell her the truth, my love will be enough.”
My heart aches for both of them.
“Oh, Cameron.” I sigh, then stand, needing to squeeze him tight.
I’m a ball of emotions, and I’m just a bystander in this situation. I can’t imagine what the last few years have been like for him.
Turning on the stool, he faces me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to stand between his muscular legs. Then he hugs me back. It’s one of the best hugs I’ve had in forever. It’sfierce and filled with intense emotion. So many unspoken things pass between us, but I hope with all my heart, he knows he’s an amazing dad, and Emilia is so lucky to have him in her life.
I can’t imagine how hard this has been on him. Not only is he handling the roller coaster of being a single dad, but someday, when he least expects it, she’ll ask about her mom.
How will he tell his sweet girl her mom didn’t want her?
If put myself into Heather’s shoes, I’m not sure what I’d do. I see where she was coming from—especially since she literally only knew Cameron for a few hours. How would two practical strangers have known they made a life-altering decision that day. For all I know, Heather could be on her way to being the best doctor who will save hundreds of lives.
As a broke college student, I can see Heather was putting her daughter’s needs first. She knew giving Emilia up would give her a better chance at life. I also commend her for at least letting Cameron know about their child. She didn’t have to tell him. She could’ve let the adoption go through, and Cameron would’ve never been the wiser.
But fuck, Cameron would’ve never known how amazing his daughter is. He wouldn’t have held her as an infant, watched her first steps, or heard her first words. He would’ve missed out on all the firsts—Hell, he’d miss out on all the wonderment and joy that beautiful girl brings to this world.
As he holds me tight, something else hits me like a ton of bricks.
His love is enough—it has to be.
Pulling back to look him in the eye, I assure him, “Emilia’s loved by everyone who meets her. I’m sure a part of her will be sad for what she could’ve had with a mom, but she’ll never doubt your love for her. You’ll be enough. I’m certain.”
“I know, but it’ll always remain my biggest fear,” he admits solemnly.
The pain behind his eyes slays me.
How do I show him he’s enough?
Running my thumb along his cheek, I stare into his navy-blue eyes until I can’t take it any longer. His emotions are raw and even though he’s not saying anything, I can see them bubbling on the surface.
“You’re enough, Cameron,” I whisper, bringing my lips to his.
One way or another, I will prove this to him.
Unbridled emotion burns between us as our kiss deepens.
Soon, he’s leading us back to his bedroom.
Unlike last night, there’s no sense of urgency. We’re no longer frantic or playful. In fact, we’re not even talking. Our passion is slow and sensual, but the heat between us burns just as hot.
When he enters me, I can only describe our connection as making love.
In all too short of time, my climax barrels through me like a freight train. The moment I stiffen, Cameron takes this cue and picks up the pace, chasing his own orgasm. Just as I tip over the edge, he plunges into me and stills.
“Fuck…” Cameron’s roar fills the room.
Now that he’s no longer moving, my focus is on his glorious cock pulsing relentlessly inside me. It’s so intense, I can barely hold onto any thought.
