Six Months Ago
CAMERON
Getting this woman into my arms felt like the single greatest accomplishment of my life, and I tried hard not to think about what that might mean, especially considering the backdrop of where we were.
I hovered my arm around her waist at first, wanting to be careful. There was something about her that told me I needed to—something dark in the back of her gaze, hiding behind all that sunshine.
That was okay with me, though. We all had something, didn’t we?
I let her move into my embrace on her own, noting how her steps didn’t falter. She was a confident woman, but cautious. Aware. Smart. But also powerless to whatever weird pull there was here, too.
I mean, of course she was. How cruel would it be of the universe to make me this unbelievably desperate to touch her and then her immune to it?
But she wasn’t immune to it.
As soon as my hands came in contact with her hips, her body fell into the precise rhythm of mine.
Those electrifying eyes lifted, and even in the darkened bar, I saw the spark there.
It ignited something inside me, instructing me to pull her closer.
Her breath hitched when we collided, her palm flying to my chest, and it took everything in me to keep my hands still, steady.
God, they wanted to roam, but it didn’t feel like she’d given me free rein yet.
Not even when she melted into my hold, letting me dictate our movements.
My hips moved, and her hips moved.
My eyes flicked to her mouth; her eyes flicked to mine.
My breath hit her lips; hers flirted with my entire being.
I was addicted.
And we hadn’t even danced an entire song yet.