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Because stopping a kiss like this? When heat erupted inside me and my tongue was already twisting around hers and our breaths collided in harsh pants, desperate for more? When Natalie was whimpering and gasping and tugging my bottom lip into her mouth like she couldn’t get enough? Yeah, stopping a kiss like this would be a monumental effort.
There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to drag Natalie down to the ground, right here in my front entryway,and explore and kiss and savor every fucking inch of her.Holy hell.
“Natalie,” I groaned, knowing that while this was beyond perfect, thatshewas perfect, everything I could ever want, it was also dangerously close to unraveling into a territory I didn’t have control over. I was so fucking wild for her and this kiss and everything it could be. “Fuck, baby.”
She gasped my name as I claimed her mouth again, unable to help myself. Everything about this and her and us was just so unbelievably good. I had no idea how I was going to force myself to slow down, but I knew I had to.
“So good.” Just a mutter, a reassurance I needed her to hear. “God, I’ve been dying for this.”
I felt her nod as she kissed me back—an almost imperceptible movement that seemed to communicate so much.
“Cam.Please.” Natalie’s murmured cry was almost incoherent, but I heard it, and it only made everything harder. My body was on fire, and everything she did was the fuel.
I cupped her face, roughly holding it to mine, all while continuing to kiss her, over and over until I finally forced myself to pull back.
We stood there panting, lips brushing, breaths mingling.
“Soon, Sunshine,” I promised, trailing my mouth to her jawline, refusing to stop completely. “I’ll give you everything soon.”
Tonight. I’d make her see starstonight.
A shiver of anticipation traveled down my spine.
“Yeah?” Natalie breathed, and I dropped my hands to her waist, still holding her close, still finding bits of her to kiss. Once again, she tipped her head back, welcoming my exploration.
I dragged my palms down over her curves that felt so good, wrapping my touch around her legs instead.
“Yeah,” I confirmed and then picked her straight off her feet.
A yelp of surprise flew from her lips, but then she laughed, circling her arms around my neck as I forced my feet to move usout of this hallway. I carried her further into my apartment, weaving to the kitchen and placing her down on the countertop. When I let her go and stepped back, she looked around in confusion.
“You know, I expected a bedroom,” she said thoughtfully. “But I suppose if kitchens are what you’re into, I’m open to that, too.”
I shook my head with a laugh. “For the record, I’m into whatever room has you in it. But also, I’m into making sure you have enough energy for this.” She lifted a brow, but before she could protest, I added, “When’s the last time you ate something?”
She thought about it.
In my opinion, she thoughtwaytoo hard about it.
“I had dinner around 4:30, I think.” She unzipped her jacket, and suddenly, it was hard to focus. She wore a tight white top, which clearly showed the outline of a black bra through the fabric. My mouth fucking watered. “It was just when I could fit it in.”
It was almost midnight.
“And what was dinner?”
“A sandwich.”
“What else?”
She just blinked at me, and I sighed.
“I’m going to make you something to eat, and you’re going to relax and tell me what I need to know.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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“WHAT YOU NEED TO know?” she echoed while I strode to the refrigerator, grabbing the leftovers of the creamy vodka penne I made last night. “Whatdoyou need to know?”
