Chapter 30
CAM
Icut the engine and sat there for a second, just looking at her. Christ, she looked radiant. Her eyes were bright, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted.
“You were amazing tonight.”
She turned to me, her lips curved in a soft smile. “Thank you.”
My eyes dropped to her mouth. I was desperate to kiss her. I’d wanted to kiss her all night, but now, alone in the darkness of my truck, the want was almost painful. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
My voice was low, rough, and something shifted in her expression. She took a sharp breath, her gaze dropping to my mouth and staying there. I saw the exact second she made the choice. The moment she decided to stop overthinking and just let go.
Her pupils dilated, dark and heavy with want, and then she was unbuckling her seatbelt, moving with a decisiveness that made my pulse spike.
She climbed into my lap, straddling me, her hands sliding up my chest to my shoulders. “Cam,” she whispered, making me shiver.
My hands settled lightly at her hips, letting her know she could stop any time she wanted to.
The first touch of her lips was soft, tentative, like she was giving me the chance to escape. But escaping was the last thing on my mind, so I kissed her harder, letting her feel my hunger. She made a small sound in the back of her throat that went straight through me.
She tasted like the champagne she’d been sipping at the gallery, and something sweeter underneath. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan against her mouth. She pressed closer, and I tightened my grip on her, holding her to me like she might disappear if I let go.
Her hips rocked against mine and I dragged my hands up her thighs, under the soft fabric of her dress.
Skin. Warm, smooth skin. She gasped into my mouth when my fingers reached the tops of her thighs, and I pulled her against me.
My cock strained against my zipper, already rock hard, and she felt every inch of it.
I needed more.
More of her, more of this, more of everything. My palms slid higher, cupping her ass, pulling her so tightly against me that I felt the heat between her legs through our clothes. She broke the kiss with a moan, her forehead dropping to my shoulder as I ground up into her.
I kissed her neck, biting gently at her pulse point. “Jesus, Emily,” I muttered against her skin.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she pushed down on me, slow and deliberate, like she was testing her own courage.
She arched her back, lost in it, and hit the steering wheel with a solid thunk.
She froze.
Fuck that.
I reached down, found the lever, and reclined us back in one smooth motion. Her body dropped with me, never breaking contact, and suddenly we were horizontal, her weight pressing me into the seat, chest to chest, heat to heat.
Her breath caught. One hand braced on the headrest above my shoulder, the other still tangled in my hair.
For a second, she just stared at me, eyes wide, like she was trying to figure out what happened. What we were doing. Whether she should stay or bolt.
In all the weeks of fooling around together, I’d never seen her come. Now I was desperate to, yearned for it with every molecule in my body. But if I wasn’t careful, she’d make the same decision she’d made every other time. She’d leave.
Knowing this, I slid my hands back to her hips, slow and deliberate, giving her every chance to pull away.
She didn’t. Thank fuck.
Instead, she settled more fully onto me, her weight pressing me deeper into the seat.
“Keep going,” I whispered, my thumbs stroking small circles against her hip through her dress. “Just like that, Em.”
She hesitated. Just for a breath.
I didn’t move my hands from her hips. Didn’t try to slide under her dress, even though my fingers were burning to, to find the edge of her panties, to see if she was as wet as I thought she was.
I wasn’t dumb. I knew this was fragile. That every second she stayed was a gift.
“Please, Emily.”
Her eyes darkened as she shifted, lifting just enough to find her pace again. Slow at first. A roll of her hips, deliberate, testing. I groaned, my head falling back against the seat, teeth gritted. She did it again. Then again.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Just like that. Fuck, you feel so good.”
She shivered.
I felt it ripple through her. Her breath came faster, sharper. She was losing herself in it. In the friction, in the forbidden thrill of us, right here in the cab of my truck.
I wanted to touch her so bad it hurt. Wanted my hand between her legs, wanted to feel how slick she was, wanted to work her until she came apart on my fingers.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I let my voice do the work.
“Let go,” I told her. “I want to feel you come. Just like this. On me.”
Her eyes flew open, hazy and dark. “You too,” she breathed.
Fuck.
My hips bucked up involuntarily. She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair, and I did it again. Faster. Matching her rhythm, giving her what she needed, chasing my own release at the same time.
Her movements grew urgent, desperate. I lifted into her with shallow thrusts, the friction almost too much, not enough, perfect and maddening all at once.
Her eyes started to flutter closed.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I said, my voice rough. “I want to see you.”
She opened them. Locked onto mine.
The look on her face almost undid me. Vulnerable. Needy. Trusting.
My grip tightened on her hips as I thrust up against her, harder now, losing the careful control I’d been holding onto. She met me stroke for stroke, her body moving with mine like we’d done this a thousand times before.
Her breathing turned ragged. Short, sharp gasps that told me she was close. So close.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
She whimpered, her whole body trembling, teetering on the edge.
I could feel my own release building, coiling tight at the base of my spine. I gritted my teeth, fighting it back. Not yet. Not until she—
Her eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open.
“Cam…”
Her body locked up, every muscle going taut, and then she shattered. A broken cry tore from her throat as she came, her hips jerking against mine, riding wave after wave.
Her gaze stayed locked on mine, hazy and wrecked, letting me see exactly what I was doing to her.
That did it.
“Emily.” I groaned her name like a goddamn prayer, my vision going white as I followed her over, pleasure slamming through me so hard I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only hold on to her as we both fell apart.
She collapsed forward, her arms tight around my shoulders, her face buried in my neck.
I held her. Just held her. Didn’t rush it. Didn’t say a word.
When her breathing finally slowed, she lifted her head slowly, dazed, like she’d forgotten where she was. Her eyes found mine, unfocused and hazy.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
I laughed. Couldn’t help it. The sound came out rough and low, but genuine. “Yeah,” I managed. “You can say that again.”
She traced her fingers along my jaw, soft and wondering, and I caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. Her smile turned softer, almost shy.
Then awareness crept back in. She glanced at the fogged windows, seemed to register where we still were, what we’d just done. A flush crept up her neck, different from before.
“I should, uh...” She bit her lip. “I guess I should let you go.”
I didn’t want her to. Wanted to keep her right here, warm and soft in my lap, looking at me like I’d hung the damn moon. But I nodded anyway, my hands sliding from her hips reluctantly.
She started to move, but I caught her chin gently, tilting her face back to mine.
“One more,” I murmured.
This kiss was different. Slower. Softer. Like we were both trying to hold on to something fragile and perfect, knowing the moment we stopped touching, reality would come rushing back in.
Her lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my throat ache. When we finally pulled apart, she rested her forehead against mine for just a second, eyes closed.
Then she was climbing off me, fumbling with the door handle. I watched her step down from the truck, her dress falling back into place, her hair a beautiful mess.
She glanced back at me once before she turned toward her house. The look on her face was soft, a little wondering. Then she was walking across her lawn, up her porch steps, disappearing inside.
I sat there in my truck, windows still fogged, heart still racing, completely and utterly wrecked.
Holy shit was right.