Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
My eyes drift shut as my hand goes up into his hair, knocking his cap off. My breath comes out in spurts as he drags his tongue along my neck, running his nose along my earlobe before he takes a deep breath. “Ahfuck, Cam,” he murmurs against my burning skin. “I’ve missed every single inch of you.”
I arch my back, my chest pressing into his just as his teeth capture my lobe, biting softly and drawing a loud moan from my lips. My whole body is shaking with want. I haven’t been touched like this in years, and I knew I was in trouble the moment he set his eyes on me. Because Benson knows exactly how I love to be touched. “Keep up with those noises, Cam, and I’m going to pull you into my lap and really have you screaming.”
“I don’t see any issue with that,” I murmur, stretching my neck for him as he drags his tongue along my chin.
He nips at my chin before taking my lips once more. I lean into the kiss, needing everything he is giving me. God, he tastes so amazing. He feels so strong under my hands. Fuck, he makes me feel so fucking good. I want more. I slide my hand down his shirt and then under the fabric, finding his abs taut and hot. I gasp against his mouth, and with the opportunity, he slides his tongue along the roof of my mouth. I move my hand down over the waistband of his pants and find him thick and long. So hard.
His breath catches against my lips, and I can’t help but smile. “Mmm. I love how you feel,” I murmur against his mouth, licking his top lip. “Can I touch you?”
He chuckles against my lips, but it sounds more like he’s choking. “My beauty, you don’t have to ask.”
Our eyes meet, and I pause. I want him badly, so fucking badly, but I don’t want to fall into what we were. Just sex. He brings his hand up, cupping my face. His eyes search mine. “I lost you to your brain,” he teases, kissing me again. “Tell me what you’re thinking. Let me in, eh?”
My heart trips in my chest. This man knows me, all of me, and he brings such calmness to my soul. “I don’t want to get hurt, and I sure as hell don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“I also don’t want to fall back into just the physical, ya know?”
He nods. “This is more than sex, Cam. It was before, and it is now. The huge difference now is we both know that, and we’re communicating. Just as long as we keep talking, we’ve got this.”
I swallow thickly. “And what happens when we graduate?”
His eyes don’t leave mine. I feel as if I can see his soul, and it’s glowing. Just for me. Peace falls over me, and honestly, even though I asked, I don’t care what will happen as long as we’re together. I may be jumping to conclusions, but his eyes make me believe he’s on the same wavelength as me. Feeling exactly what I’m thinking. “I should go top five, and my agent thinks I’ll end up in Chicago.”
Chicago. They have seasons, really good food, and great gymnastics. I could coach while I work. Hm. Whoa. Jesus. Okay. Relax, Cameron.
“Chicago is nice.”
He shrugs, his hand still holding me tightly. “It’s not Nashville, but Elli said she’s gonna try to get me back once my contract is up.”
“So, you want to come back to Nashville?”
“I want to play for the Assassins. My family is here.” He moves his other hand into mine, bringing it to his lips and away from his throbbing cock. He kisses my wrist. “What are your plans after graduation?”
He brushes his lips along my knuckles, distracting me as I try to hold his gaze. “I just wanted to leave Nashville.”
He kisses my knuckles. “I’d love for you to come with me.”
While I fully expected him to say that, the words hit me square in the chest. Our eyes stay locked in a heated embrace as my heart slams into my ribs. I know he feels it, but it doesn’t scare him or even make him want to remove his hand. He holds me, the truth clear in his eyes.
But before either of us can say another thing, a knock comes to the window. Benson doesn’t move for a few seconds before he kisses my knuckles, and then he lets me go to get our food. I’m breathless as I tuck my hands between my thighs and sit there, awestruck. He’s right. We know this is different—hell, it was different back then—but things just couldn’t work. It wasn’t either of our faults. It just happened. But this is our second chance.