“I need you,” I whispered against her lips.
“So take me,” she replied, gazing at me with lust and love.
Love?
The emotion slammed into me, taking my breath away.
Did Hailee really love me?
Shit, it wasn’t possible.
Was it?
More importantly, did I love her?
Who the fuck was I kidding, I didn’t love her.
So why the hell was my throat dry and my heart beating so hard I thought it might burst from my chest?
Hailee leaned back slightly, tearing the wrapper and rolling the condom over me. My head dropped back on a groan. Fuck, her touch was like kryptonite. But it was nothing compared to the way she felt sinking down on me.
“Cam,” she breathed out, her body a quivering mess.
“I know, baby, I know.” I curled my hand around the back of her neck gathering her hair in my fist, holding her still, needing to savor the moment. The feel of her tight around me, her skin against mine, her curves molded around my hard lines. But Hailee was impatient, rocking against me, the intensity of the position making us both groan.
“I need to move,” she cried, her eyes glazed, skin flushed.
My hand dug into the swell of her hip as she began ride me, working me over and over, pushing away all the darkness until there was nothing but us. The sounds of our bodies moving against one another, our harsh breaths and quiet moans.
Feeling the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, I began to thrust upward, meeting Hailee every time she rolled her hips. “Harder Cam, harder…” she rasped, her nails raking down my chest, the sting taking me closer to the edge. Reminding me that I was alive. That I was here in this moment and that I had to fight.
For my mom.
My future.
My family.
Hailee’s cries built, her pace quickening as she began to lose control. Pulling her hair gently to make her back bow, I dipped my head, sucking the hollow of her neck, nipping at the skin there, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Cam—” My name fell from her lips as she clenched around me, pulling me further into her body, squeezing me so tight I saw stars. I wanted to stay there. To live in this bubble and never leave. But her walls clenched me again, and I fell right over the edge with her, holding her close as my muscles locked up and I came hard.
I knew I’d have to leave eventually, but right there, in that moment, I never wanted to let go.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Hailee
“Good morning.” The deep timbre of Cameron’s voice sent shivers rippling up my spine.
“Morning.” I peeked an eye open, fighting a smile as I stretched my body, my legs brushing his making my tummy clench.
“I was almost scared to wake up, in case last night was a dream.” His eyes lit up with emotion.
Emotion I didn’t want to get too lost in. Not yet. Not when there was still so much going on around us.
“Come here.” Cameron dragged my body closer to his, igniting a fire in my belly. “I could get used to this,” he said.
Burying my face in the crook of his shoulder, I let myself enjoy the moment. I was in Cameron’s bed… again. And it didn’t feel awkward or strange or like I was making a dreadful mistake, one I’d regret later.
It felt right.
“Thank you.” His voice coaxed me out of his chest, and I gazed up at him. “For coming after me last night, thank you.” Cameron touched his head to mine, inhaling a shaky breath.
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” Looping my arm around his shoulder, I breathed him in, the lingering scent of sex flooding my senses. “Should we expect a visit from Xander any minute?” I asked.
“He had a sleepover at Katie’s, but I should probably warn you my mom and dad are home.” My eyes widened and he smiled against my cheek. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“I don’t know; you tell me.”
“I want them to meet you,” he blurted out, gently pulling away to see my reaction.
“I already met your—”
“I mean officially, Hailee. I want to introduce you to them as my girl.”
His girl?
“Don’t look so worried. This is a good thing.” Cameron stole a kiss from me while I was still reeling from his words.
His girl.
He’d called me his girl.
“But Jason—”
“Will have to get over it. Life’s too short, Sunshine. I realize that now. You never know what’s around the corner and I’m not about to waste another second worrying about what Jase might or might not say because I’m in love with his step-sister.”
“In love…” I choked out. “You love me?” My heart was going to burst out of my chest. He looked so calm, so normal, and I was having an internal conniption.
Cameron’s lip curved, breaking into a wide smile as he chuckled. “You hadn’t figured it out by now? I am completely,”—he kissed me—“and utterly.” Kiss. “Ass over elbow in love with you, Hailee Raine.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
His brow quirked up. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a loss for words. I don’t know whether to be flattered or mildly concerned.” Amusement danced in his eyes.
“I- I think I need a minute.”
“Should I…” He thumbed to the door and began to untangle himself from the sheets, but I wrapped myself around him, dragging him back to the bed. “Wait.”
“Wait?” he smirked. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Cameron,” I chided. “You can’t just spring something like this on me and expect me to be okay with it.”
“Well, I was kind of hoping you might feel the same…” He left the words hanging between us as he dipped his head, capturing my lips again. Rolling me onto my back, Cameron pressed the lines of our bodies together, erasing any space—and doubts—from between us.
“I—”
A knock at his door startled us both and Cameron froze above me. “Yeah?”
“It’s just me, Son. Mom wants to know if you’re hungry?”
Heat blazed in his eyes as he hardened between my legs. “I, uh, yeah sure, Dad.” His voice cracked with lust. “But tell her to make an extra plate.”
My cheeks burned as I silently shook my head with disbelief.
“I see …” His dad cleared his throat. “Well, we’ll… hmm, we’ll see you both soon.”
“Sure thing, Dad.”
“Cameron,” I hissed the second his dad’s footsteps grew quiet. “What the hell?”
“Time to meet my parents.” He winked, dropping a kiss on my head before clambering off me and the bed, not bothering to even try and hide his erection.
I wanted to be mad at him, to argue that this was moving too fast, that he was completely crazy. But as I watched him pull on his jeans and a clean tee, I couldn’t find it in me to protest. Because he loved me.
Cameron Chase loved me.
Ten minutes later, I was having second thoughts.
“I’m not sure this is—”