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Cameron spent what seemed like a lifetime exploring my breasts with his mouth, not just kissing, but biting, nipping, lapping. Hushed praises pressed against my raw skin, awed little exclamations about how perfect I was, how good I looked with his hands all over me. I felt like I was barely on Earth, like I might float straight up into the stars, an out-of-body experience. He took his time, almost as though testing my limits, seeing whatcaused me to whimper and whine. Or, as I was doing now, rock against his hips, desperately seeking friction.
To my despair, Cameron stopped me with a firm hand on my pelvis, fingers digging into my side. “Be good, Natalie.”
A sound left my lips at his reminder, both frustrated and undeniably turned on—possibly even more so than last week.
“Such a needy girl tonight,” he muttered against my skin. His soft chuckle drove mewild. “But I’m not done learning you.”
I wanted to complain, but how could I when he continued to give me pleasure like I’d never experienced it before?God. His fingers, his lips, his tongue traveled my body, but I felt every touch directly between my legs, like he was stroking me closer and closer to a release. But it was never enough, could never quite get me there.
When Cameron eventually reached between us to undo his belt buckle, my entire body trembled in his lap. Ineededmore.
But then he stilled, and I wanted to cry out in protest. I almost did, until I realized why he’d stopped.
My phone was ringing.
And honestly, I was ready to ignore it, but Cameron was already detangling us, pulling me off him. When I made a little whine, his explanation was incredibly gentle.
“It’s Noah,” he said, nodding toward my phone on the coffee table.
Shit.
Noah, my brother, who had my daughter staying at his apartment tonight. Right.
I reached to grab the phone before the call went to voicemail, even knowing that I likely sounded breathless when I picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Nat.” Noah’s panicked voice sent me scrambling to my feet. “I’m so sorry, but I need you to get over here. Chloe’s sick.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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SHIT, SHIT, SHIT.
Noah assured me that Chloe wasfine, but I could tell he was worried. Apparently, she threw up after they went to Scoopies, and he thought maybe she’d just overindulged in her ice cream. But then she threw up a second time. And then a third shortly after, and Noah couldn’t get her to keep down any fluids. Her temperature was a little high, but nothing alarming. Not yet, anyway.
“I’m sorry,” I said while rushing back down the stairs after changing into a T-shirt and shorts. “I’m so sorry we got interrupted like that?—”
“Don’t be.” Cameron shook his head, looking entirely calm and put together. Like his body wasn’t vibrating with need like mine was. Like none of this was a big deal, like we hadn’t been about to have sex on my couch. “I’ll drive.”
His keys were in his hand, ready to go.
“You don’t need to come,” I said, automatic words that I didn’t really mean.
“I know I don’t.” Cameron’s voice was as steady as ever, and I hated to admit how much I craved that right now. “But if I handle the driving, then you can focus on Chloe.”
That little piece of logic was all I needed to cave.
“Okay.” I started out of the front door. “Do you know where Noah—wait,Noah.” I whirled back around, changing my mind about this entire arrangement. “If you come, then Noah?—”
“I’ll stay in the car,” Cameron replied evenly. He took my elbow and turned me back around, leading me out of the house before he closed the door behind us. “Just give me the directions.”
Yeah, okay. Cameron could stay in the car while I ran in to get Chloe. Noah wouldn’t need to know. Cameron could drive us back home again, and I could manage the puke bucket because I assumed there’d be a puke bucket.
Everything would be fine.
“It’s possible Chloe has already told Noah that we’re together working on the case, anyway,” he said, continuing to be my voice of reason. We walked to his car and then paused by the passenger door. Cameron leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead that surprised me and caused a flurry of emotion in my chest. A silly reaction, really, considering the things we’d done on my couch less than ten minutes ago. “If Noah sees me, that’s what we’ll tell him.”
