Page 75 of The Bachelor

I let the silence simmer. I let him graze my cheek with his rough whiskers, his nose sliding across to my ear and down my jaw.

“Why?” I asked softly. “Why did you need this?”

He continued to tickle my face, the tip of his nose dragging over my chin and up to the other ear, where his mouth hovered. “Because I can’t stop thinking about your lips.” He kissed my lobe, sucking it. Releasing it to add, “Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“But you just had me, Camden. Your finger was inside me tonight.”

“Not that.” He inhaled and exhaled again. “More, Oaklyn. I want fucking more.”

My eyes closed even though I didn’t need any additional darkness.

Seeing me with Macon had triggered this reaction. My attempt at making him jealous had paid off.

Emotions had finally entered the picture.

That thought couldn’t have made me happier.

But that didn’t mean I was going to let him off so easily. If he wanted me and he wanted more, he was going to have to work for it.

“You warned me,” I said. “You were the one who set the boundaries. Who said feelings had no part in this proposition.”

He reached for my hands, locking our fingers, and held them against the wall, far above my head. “I know what I made you promise.”

“And now, you’re reneging on that promise because you’ve realized I’m the woman you want. Or maybe it’s that you just don’t want me to date your best friend.”

His face moved in front of me. “You’re looking for answers. I don’t have those right now.”

“Then, what am I doing out here?”

His lips hastily slammed against mine, his body on top of me, pushing me even harder into the wall. There was urgency in the way he kissed me, in the way he glued us together, how he unlocked one of my hands to run it over my neck and past the side of my breast, straight down my side. When he reached my ass, he rounded my cheek, squeezing before he gripped the back of my thigh and lifted, angling my leg so it was now around him.

With my hand free, I was able to touch him, feel his heart pound as he made out with me. I lowered to his abs, the muscles tightening as I traveled to his belt, stalling, building the courage to continue my journey toward his hard-on.

Oh God.

My palm cupped the massive bulge, my fingers running down the length, feeling him moan into my mouth as I rubbed it, tasting his vulnerability. His sounds got louder as I circled my thumb across his tip and lightly tickled the bottom of his shaft.

He pulled away, and even though I couldn’t see the hunger in his eyes, I felt it.

“I’m taking you up on your offer.” His lips moved my face to the side, my ear now touching the coarse brick while his mouth pressed against the center of my cheek.

Breathing me in.

Biting me.

“You want my lips,” I said.

“I want them sucking the tip of my dick.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Here?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Is this a lesson?”

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