Page 72 of The Wrong One

“We’ll clear out a space in the closet for you,” he said. “As much room as you need. You can have a drawer. A key. Whatever. I want to share my life with you.”

“I have nine months left on my lease,” I said. “Let’s revisit this topic then.”

“I’d like that,” he said with a smile. “No pressure.”

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you.”

The words hung between us. They were true and meaningful and not at all forced.

“I don’t want to screw this up,” I whispered. “I want to be here with you. I just need to make sure I’m ready. I don’t want to have any baggage. I don’t want to risk messing this thing up.”

“I understand,” he said.

“I feel like I’m in the right place,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere. I just want to make sure I’m perfect for you.”

“You are perfect.”

We finished eating, enjoying the wine and the good food with plenty of easy conversation. Once again, I was reminded of the difference between a good man and a bad man. It was so easy to talk to Cam. He was sweet and loving, and he listened. Patrick was selfish. He was self-absorbed. He never cared to actually hear my opinions. He never wanted to know about my day.

We started cleaning up together, flirting and enjoying ourselves. He pinned me against the counter, his mouth kissing the back of my neck and rubbing his crotch against my backside. I moaned softly, feeling a throbbing heat spread through my body. Cam’s touch was electric, setting every nerve ending alight with desire. His hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer to him as he trailed kisses down my spine.

“I want you,” he whispered against my skin.

I turned in his arms, gazing up at him with eyes clouded with lust. “I want you, too,” I breathed, my hands sliding down to his waistband.

In an instant, we were tearing at each other’s clothes, our need for each other overriding any sense of caution. Cam’s body was hard against mine, his hands exploring every inch of me. He grabbed my ass, squeezing and pulling me against his erection. He pushed me back against the counter, spreading my legs and running his fingers along the edge of my already moist panties.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You are so fucking hot.”

My pussy ached for him. I wanted him inside me, filling me, making me scream his name. I pulled my top off over my head, Cam’s eyes feasting on my breasts as my bra fell to the floor. His mouth found my nipple and was sucking with just the right amount of suction.

“Oh, Cam,” I moaned, my fingers tracing his chest.

He spun me around, pinning me against the counter once more. We kissed until our bodies were burning for one another. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. He fell on the bed, pulling me on top of him. “I want to feel you on top of me,” he moaned.

“I want you inside me,” I said.

I pulled off his jeans and jerked down his underwear. I ran my hands over his thick thighs, admiring the man’s beautiful body.

My hand wrapped around his erection, gently squeezing and massaging before I leaned down to taste him. My tongue ran over the head, tasting his saltiness. I swirled my tongue around the tip before taking him deep into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Cam groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair.

I pumped him with my hand and sucked on the tip, rolling my tongue along his shaft. He was so thick, my mouth stretched around his girth. I took as much of him as I could, pumping my hand as I slid my tongue up and down his shaft.

Cam groaned, pulling me up his body. He ran his hands over my breasts, tweaking my nipples. I straddled him.

His hands found my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me against him. It was pure erotic bliss. My wet core slid over Cam’s throbbing cock, the sensation making my body ache with need. Cam’s hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing my nipples. “You are so fucking hot,” he whispered.

“Fuck me,” I begged, my body throbbing for him.

“Oh, I plan to.” He grinned, his nimble fingers finding their way to my core. He thrust his fingers into my wetness and rubbed my swollen clit.

“Oh, Cam,” I moaned.

“You are so fucking wet,” he growled, his thick fingers sliding in and out of my slickness.

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