Page 114 of The Bachelor

I laughed. “You say that now, but I told my sister I was meeting up with a realtor tonight who was going to show me a few places and that I fully intended on banging her.” I paused. “Still love me?”

She pounded my arm. “Yes …dick.”

“For the record, I’m not banging you tonight, so get that thought right out of your head. But we are completing lesson four—something I’ve thought long and hard about.”

“Oh, yeah?” She took a drink of her wine. “And what’s that going to look like?”

“Something that’s going to make you fucking scream.”

TWENTY-THREE

Oaklyn

“Fuck me,” Camden hissed as I walked into the bedroom, wearing the lingerie set my man had surprised me with.

Who would have thought he would be into something so sensual? I hadn’t, but I certainly loved it. This one was a different style of nightie than the first one he’d given me. Still the same color green, but it came with a matching pair of boy shorts, and the material was all lace and see-through.

“Get over here.”

He was slightly sitting up on the bed with an arm behind his head and his legs crossed, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.

Every ripple and muscle on his body was on full display.

But it wasn’t just the incredibly sexy sight that had me aching, that had my heart thumping, that had wetness already pooling between my legs.

It was also the bed that he was actually lying on and the fact that it was going to be ours until we picked out a new one. One detail in a treasure trove of information I’d learned just a few hours ago.

And the best gift anyone had ever given me.

But that wasn’t all. There was even more that had unraveled tonight.

Camden had told me he loved me.

Words that only reconfirmed everything I felt for him.

Words that I’d been dying to hear him speak for over half my life.

Words that I cherished.

Not only because they had come from the man who had my heart, but also because I’d never heard them from another guy.

Camden Dalton had so many of my firsts.

I stopped near the fireplace, feeling the warmth from the roaring flames, and I held on to the wall, giving him a full-length view of my body. “You like?”

“Not like. I fucking love.”

I smiled, turning so he could see the back.

“You know, when I picked that out, I envisioned the way your body would look in it, and, fuck”—he shook his head as I faced him again—“you’re even sexier than I imagined.”

I glanced down at the outfit, my hand returning to the wall. “It’s beautiful.”

“Oaklyn …”

I gazed up at him. “Yes?”

“Come here. Now.”

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