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“Come for me, Ryker,” she demands. “I want to feel it.” She lets out a loud moan as her pussy clenches around me. It’s so tight, hugging me so perfectly as she comes for a third time.
Her words, paired with the sensation of her coming, are all I need. My cock pulses and my vision blurs. A low growl comes from deep in my chest as the intense feeling of my orgasm completely takes over.
“Oh my God,” Camille mutters over and over again. She stops rocking up and down as she gives into the orgasm. I grab her bythe hips, mine slapping against the back of her thighs as I ride out every last second.
It feels so good that it’s almost painful. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
Everything blurs and fades and the only thing I can concentrate on is the feeling of being inside Camille. We’re a mix of moans and pleasure and whispered words that might not even make sense.
Both of our chests heave as we try to regain our breathing. Neither of us says anything. All we do is stare at one another as we recover.
I could stare at her forever.
She’s never been so beautiful as she is at this moment. Her cheeks flushed from the sex, her lips red and swollen from being against mine. The hair she normally tames into perfection is wet and tangled and sticks to her face. Too many times, she’s looked at me, and I could tell her walls were up. Her stare was always almost blank.
But that’s the furthest thing from how she looks at me now.
My chest hitches and I know it isn’t because of the exertion from sex or anything other than the way she looks at me in this very moment.
There are no walls.
There are no reservations.
Her gaze is full of…everything.
And for the first time this summer, I feel the muscles in my chest loosen. I hadn’t even realized how tense I still was when it came to her. I didn’t know how deep the fear of her disappearing was. I thought when she asked me to stay that it was enough to calm the doubts I had swirling in my head.
It wasn’t.
But the way she’s looking at me right now? I let out a deep sigh of relief.
She’s letting me in.
We’re going to figure this out.
FORTY-TWO
CAMILLE
“Tellme something you’ve never told anyone else,” I whisper as the sun shines through his open window, my words muffled because of the way I lie against Ryker’s chest.
It’s cloudy and breezier this morning than it normally is, but I barely notice because of how peaceful it’s been, spending the morning tucked against Ryker’s side.
Ryker smiles, his fingers absentmindedly playing with my hair as he thinks about my question. I’m still sore from having sex with him last night. Or maybe it was the sex in the shower earlier. Either way, this slow morning has been the perfect way to recover after finally being together again.
“I already told you the deepest thing I’ve never told anyone else…that I don’t like myself. What else do you want to know about me?” He keeps his tone light, but it still manages to slice through my heart.
I hate that he feels this way about himself. I think about all the insults and jabs I’ve thrown his way this summer and I can’t help but blame myself and wonder if part of the reason he doesn’t like himself is because of the things I said to him in anger and denial.
“Tell me a TV show you like that you’d never admit to watching or a snack you love that other people might not like.” I run my hand over his chest, wanting any excuse to touch him. It still doesn’t feel real that he’s here, that at least for now…he’s mine.
“My favorite late-night snack is Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. But it has to be the baked kind. I even love them with cottage cheese.”
I push myself off his chest so I can look at him, scrunching my nose. “Really? That combination can’t be good.”
He smiles and there’s something about it that goes right to my heart. It’s sleepy and sexy and a little lopsided. It might be my favorite smile of his. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”
“I’m not trying it. I can tell you that right now.”
