Page 97 of The Bachelor

I took a large drink of my wine, continuing to hold it while I said, “Out of all the places you could have chosen that evening, you took me for sushi, which is one of my ultimate favorites. Something you knew I would really enjoy.” I let those words hit. “And tonight, you debated on what I would like, wavered, and switched things up, hoping I would devour the steak like sushi. Do you know how thoughtful that is? When you could have just stopped for some Mexican fast food before taking me home.”

“I don’t plan on taking you home tonight.”

“Is that so?” I took a breath, his gaze making that almost difficult. “I had no idea you were this sweet.”

“You’re making me sound soft, Oaklyn, when everything in me, including my dick, is so fucking hard right now.” He held his drink as he leaned into the table, surrounding the glass with both hands.

Oh God.

That look.

It was positively sinful.

“Sweet isn’t soft—”

My voice cut off as he pushed his chair back and came over to my side of the table, where he knelt in front of me. He slid the base of my chair until I was directly facing him, spreading my legs, placing them on either side of him.

“You can call me whatever you want, but when you feel what I’m going to do to you tonight, you’re going to realize there’s nothing soft or sweet about it.”

I was quivering.

Pooling.

Barely breathing.

I circled my legs around his lower back, bringing him in even closer, and once I had him locked in, his hand went to that spot between my legs.

Pressing.

Holding.

“That fucking heat,” he growled. “I want to sink my dick into it.”

I wanted that too.

It was time.

I didn’t care that we hadn’t completed all the lessons and we were supposed to be taking things slow—however he had worded it in the car. I wanted this.

I wanted him.

But before I could tell him that, he said, “Not tonight. Get that idea right out of your head. We have two more lessons before that happens.”

“Camden—”

“No.” His hands went to my face, aiming my stare at his. “I’m not going to fuck this up. I care about you too much.” He paused, gazing into both of my eyes. “Oaklyn, all I’ve ever done my whole life is rush shit. Take what I wanted from women and then left. It never meant anything. There were never any feelings involved. I don’t want that with you.” He held me tighter. “I want to do it right. I want to take my time. I want to give you something I’ve never given to anyone else.”

“Camden …”

“That’s why lesson four is so important.”

The lesson that I’d asked him to come up with on his own, the one thing he’d never experienced with another woman.

There were so many different directions in which he could spin that lesson, and my brain was already reeling with possibilities.

But I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.

I wanted to focus on the now.

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