Page 55 of Kicking It with the Point Guard

“I know.”

He sits down beside me on the bed and pulls me into his lap. I’m reminded of the night of the party. I think that was the night that finally pushed us over the weird friend/more-than-friend hump we seemed to be stuck on.

He kisses the top of my head, and I relax against him.

If he decides he wants nothing more from me tonight than to cuddle, like we did all those weeks ago, I won’t be upset. I’ll give him everything he needs, and when he’s ready for more, I believe I’ll be ready to give him that, too.

He pulls back slightly, adjusting me so that I’m straddling him. I guess I’m not the only one reminiscing right now.

His smile is soft as he leans forward to place a light kiss on my forehead, then one to the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. I breathe in the scent of him. I love how he always smells so clean and fresh. Even after a day of lounging around.

Instead of pulling away, he deepens the kiss and leans forward. I fall back onto the mattress with my legs still wrapped around him.

I gently push against his chest, breaking the kiss, even though every fiber of my being is telling me not to.

But I have to make sure he’s okay.

“Please don’t think I’m being a jerk,” I start, and he leans back, cocking an eyebrow at me. “I just worry about you and don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you might not be comfortable with.”

Cameron’s expression is warm, and he leans back down, his nose running up my neck. He inhales. An involuntary shiver runs through me.

I’ve caught him smelling me once before. If he keeps doing it, he must like the way I smell.

“You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” His breath whispers across my ear.

“Is that a compliment?” I whisper back.

Cameron snorts and pulls back again, fixing me in his lap once more.

“From the first day we met, you captured my attention, and I couldn’t get away. You are a chaotic storm in the rigid life I’ve made for myself. You make me want to be free of the shackles that have held me back for so long. Your courage and determination and pure stubbornness to live the best life you can live make me want more. I told myself that it wouldn’t be possible for me to fall in love again. I built up walls around myself to keep any unruly emotions, such as love, from being able to hurt me again. But then you barged into my life, not unlike Oscar did so long ago, and you busted down those walls… And I’ve never been happier.”

Sniffles fill the room, and I’m not sure if they’re coming from Cameron or me. No one has ever spoken to me like that.

“Cam, you’ve helped me, too. In ways that literally no one on the planet thought was possible.” I look up, and our eyes meet. His are filled with surprise.

“You called me Cam.” He smiles at me, one of those brilliant smiles that I love so much. “You’ve never called me Cam before.”

Cameron kisses me again, and this time when we fall back on the bed, I don’t think we’ll be getting back up.

I could get lost in Cameron Jones’s kisses.

He moves away from my mouth, kissing his way up my neck and nuzzling me in that sweet spot behind the ear.

I run my hands over the broad muscles in his back before sliding them around and inside the front of his shirt. The ridges of his abs tense as I explore the warm, smooth skin of his chest and stomach.

My fingers find the waistband of his jeans and run along the edge, just teasing.

Cam’s chest rumbles. He kisses me fiercely before sitting up, his hands leaving a trail of heat down my front.

The spark in his eyes is enchanting. I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

His fingers play along the sensitive skin of my stomach. Ever so slowly, they slide inside my pants and over my sex. My breath catches as he slips one of his long fingers inside of me.

I’ve never gone this far before. The most I’ve done with any of the boyfriends I’ve had was make out and rub around with our clothes on.

I cover my face, trying to hide both my embarrassment at how good this one small act feels and the sound that comes out of me when a second finger joins the first.

His thumb presses down on my clit, and a bolt of pleasure zings through me. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He starts rubbing his thumb in small circles in time with his fingers slipping in and out of me.

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