Page 90 of Cougar

I turn on my side and prop my head on my hand. “Where do I start?” I let out a nervous laugh. “I’m afraid you’re already regretting this. And that you’re going to let our age difference override your feelings for me. I’m afraid you’ll decide I’m not good enough for you.”

“You’re more than good enough,” she whispers. “You’re too good for me.”

“Don’t say that.” I roll on top of her and settle between her legs, resting on my forearms. “You’re perfect, Emerson.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody’s perfect.”

“Maybe. But you’re perfect to me.” This is the moment to tell her how much I love her. That I’ve loved her for a long time. But I won’t. Because it’s also the moment I could lose her before I really have her.

So instead, I lock that shit down and revel in the fact that I just made love to the woman of my dreams.

“Cam, if you really want this, then you have to agree to take it slow. I care about you, but I’m not ready for love or anything close to it. I’m still trying to adjust to all the changes in my life. I have responsibilities and priorities. And my number one priority is Jay. I don’t want to hurt her, so for now, we have to keep this between us.”

“I’m okay with that. I told you the other night, you’re the one navigating this. Nothing about our friendship has to change. No one, including our families, has to know. It’s no one’s business.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “I know you need space to work out your feelings. I can wait. However long it takes, I’ll be here when you’re ready. Just promise me that if you start having any doubts, you’ll talk to me first. Give me a chance to remind you how good we are together.”

She cups my cheek. “When did you become so grown-up?”

I smirk. “Five minutes are up.” I bring my lips to hers as I rock my hips forward and slide back inside her.

And there’s that breathy moan again.

Music to my ears.

* * *

Emerson

“You think there’s any wine left in that bottle?”

“I don’t know, you were chugging it down pretty fast.” He chuckles as he rises from the bed.

“I was nervous,” I admit through a laugh of my own.

The moonlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows allows me a glorious view of Cam’s tight, muscular ass as he bends over to retrieve his boxer briefs from the floor.

“Here, babe,” he says as he tosses me his T-shirt.

I’m not sure how I feel about him calling me “babe.” I know it’s a term of endearment, meant as affection, so I brush it off and pull the shirt over my head.

Cam wraps his arms around my waist from behind. “I can’t get enough of you, Emerson,” he says against that sensitive part of my neck just below my ear.

I pull back and lead the way down the hall toward the kitchen.

He tightens his hold on my waist and brings us to a stop, then turns me around and presses me against the wall. His mouth covers mine in a searing kiss filled with lust and a promise he intends to deliver. His hands move under the oversized T-shirt to cup my bare ass as he presses his hard cotton-covered cock against my stomach. “I can’t wait to fuck you on every surface of this house,” he growls.

“Later,” I tease before ducking under his arm, heading for the kitchen and slamming into a solid wall of bare flesh. “Oompf.”

My first thought is how did Cam get in front of me until I feel him at my back. His hand comes around to cover my mouth.

“What the—” a familiar male voice says.

Zach.

Cam cuts him off by shushing him. “What are you doing?” he whisper-yells.

“Getting a water,” Zach whisper-yells back as he takes me in. His eyes go wide and he straightens. “What areyoudoing?”

I struggle to pull from Cam, but his grip on me tightens. So I bite him. “Ow!” Not exactly mature, but it does the job. He yanks his hand away. “Why’d you bite me?”

---