Page 119 of The Long Game

“Cameron,” I whimpered, and he rewarded that with a kiss on my shoulder. “I have only wanted you,” I all but expelled the words. The sound rough and drenched in need but oh so right. “I want you any way possible.”

He moved his cock, the head gliding in. “Then, tell me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”

He thrusted all the way in, the position, the size of him, the way we fit together just now pulling twin groans from both our mouths.

“Ah fuck, love,” he growled, plunging into me. “How goddamn soft and perfect you are.” His arms came around my waist, his thrusts increasing in pace, losing all sense of rhythm. “I’m buried so deep inside you.” His hand moved to where we were joined, and he pressed his palm there. “We might be at odds sometimes. Drive each other crazy. But this is how we fuck.” His fingers circled my clit. “This is how I’ll always fuck you, no matter what. This is us.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, getting lost in the tsunami of sensation barreling into me again. “This is us. Just with you. Only us.” He groaned behind me, shifting the angle and hitting a different spot. More stars. More waves of pure and raw sensation. Too much and not enough. “Make me come. Come inside of me.”

His free hand moved to my jaw, gently, firmly, his hips pushing up and up. “I promised you that much, didn’t I?” He moved my head, making me meet his eyes. “Look at me, see what you do to me.” The rhythm of his thrusts broke. “Come with me, love.” His voice cracked. “Let me see you shine.”

Release grabbed me, snatching me and spinning me, making my whole body throb as I screamed Cameron’s name.

As if in sync, his large and solid body spasmed beneath me, hislimbs and cock jerking with his release, my own name leaving his mouth in a growl as he held on to me tighter than I’d ever been held by anyone in my life.

Chests heaving, we remained in that high, his hips still rocking, his hand still moving over my clit, and his cock still hard inside of me. Cameron’s mouth pressed on the side of my jaw, and my head fell back on his chest.

I didn’t know how long we stayed in that position, I only knew that at some point, he slipped out of me and rearranged me in his arms. He returned me back to the living world with a kiss and asked me to go pee because he’d come inside me and it was important that I did. Then we slipped into the shower he turned on and he brought me to his chest. We let the hot stream of water fall over us, turning our skin sleek under each other’s fingertips.

“Adalyn, love,” he whispered in my ear, his hands trailing up and down my back. “This is no longer a game.” My heart swelled in my chest at his words. At the possibility they painted. The truth that I hid. “Tell me you understand.”

I extricated my head from his chest, making sure I met his gaze. I understood. So much that I was beginning to see how I’d never stood a chance. The moment I’d set foot in Green Oak, I’d already lost. But now, my heart was on the line, too. Now, what was at stake was greater than redemption. Larger than fixing a PR mess or earning back someone’s trust.

But this was Cameron. And I trusted him like I’d never trusted anyone. I saw that. So I kissed him in the center of his chest, and when I said, “I know,” I meant every word.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Adalyn

I woke up to a nudge on my face and the characteristic buzzing of a phone.

My eyes blinked open to a set of eyes I hadn’t been expecting.

“Willow?” I mumbled.

Her paw came down again, pressing on my cheek as she sat beside my pillow.

I looked behind her, finding empty the side of the bed where Cameron had been.

After what had been the best night of sleep in weeks—months, maybe even years—I hadn’t even noticed him getting up. I was renewed and sore in the best possible way. Yes. What we’d done last night had been the best sex of my life—ground-shaking, multiple orgasms kind of best.

And Cameron? He was a snuggler. A cuddler. And as much as I’d never been one myself, snuggles with Cameron, I had learned, led to the best in-the-middle-of-the-night sex. Lazy and sultry and—

The phone I’d ignored buzzed again, making me roll in the direction of the sound.

I sat up, resting my back against the headboard Cameron had used as leverage in some of that middle of the night—

Willow mewed over the buzzing.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” I told her, setting her on my lap while I reached for the phone. “I’m obsessed with your daddy.”

“You’re what?” A male voice came from the speaker of the phone.

I looked up, seeing Matthew’s face on the screen. Oops. I must have accepted the call. “I’m…” I started, but then I took in the dark bags under his eyes. The way his hair stuck in all directions. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Is that a cat?” he asked, ignoring my question. Willow mewed and lifted her head to check the screen. “Why do you have a cat?”

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