Page 11 of His to Seduce
Chapter 5
Camden
David had helped himself to almost all the items in my bungalow. I tried to gather my indignation while showering and getting dressed for whatever he had planned. He’d helped himself to my personal space, my personal items…hell, he’d seen my birth control pills and packed them.Better safe than sorry.
His words from last night made me smile, even while they shouldn’t have. I should be pissed, right? I mean, he’dbroken intomy bungalow! Dug through my things!
Yet there I was, dressed in the swimsuit he’d brought for me, pulling on my cover-up, brushing my hair back into a ponytail.
Hopeless. I was hopeless when it came to him. Somehow, I caved and did every wild and crazy thing he suggested.
On the plane ride to Jamaica, Blue had laughed when she caught me writing a list of all the things to do over the weekend, all the items that needed to be checked off to ensure that her wedding to Tyson went off without a hitch. She’d crumpled the paper in her perfectly manicured fingers and shook her head before reminding me she had a wedding planner at the resort.
She’d looked at me, her humor evaporating, and then flicked her gaze to David, who had sat two rows ahead of us in the aisle, and whispered, “All you have to do is enjoy yourself, Camden. That’s it. Have some fun.”
She’d then winked and moved back to her seat next to Tyson. He had placed his hand on her thigh. She curled her hand around his, and then rested her head on his shoulder. The smoothness of their connection, the way their eyes softened when they looked at each other, had made my chest hurt.
I was used to being alone. I had been raised by a mom in a run-down trailer, in a run-down trailer park. My mom had spent most of her life treading water, trying to give me what she’d never had for herself. Sometimes, after a heavy summer thunderstorm, we almost literally treaded water in our small living room from the leak in a roof we could never repair. Surprises meant being able to afford ham instead of bologna. Surprises meant two small Christmas presents instead of one. Surprises meant being able to scrounge up enough change from a coffee jar that contained my mother’s tips to be able to afford to pay our electric bill.
For me, surprises had never been all that great, but as I twisted my ponytail and wrapped it in a bun at the base of my neck, the way I usually wore it, I forced myself to remember that this was David.
He was laid back and fun and seemed to be able to live sure of the moment. He wore a laugh or a smile so easily I wondered if he’d ever cried, if he’d ever felt pain in his life.
His surprises had to be better than my mom’s had always been.
Right?
Puffing out my cheeks, I blew out a breath in the mirror and stared into my own green eyes. “Enjoy yourself. Have some fun. Throw away the lists.”
I used those lists to cope with my past, to survive after everything I’d been through. When my innocence had been stripped away too early, I had to find a way to deal with it. Lists and plans and goals and accomplishments kept me on firm footing. Without them, I didn’t know if I could move forward. The very idea of not being prepared, not knowing what was going to happen, sent a shiver down my spine that wasn’t entirely pleasant.
The urge to run bubbled inside me, threatening to take over. Inhaling, I counted, closed my eyes, and focused on staying calm.
Before I could back out, demand that David let me go, I made a choice.
What the hell? What was the worst thing that could happen in one weekend? Before I could think of what that worst possible outcome could be, I forced myself to turn from the mirror and open the bathroom door.
Making my way through the bedroom, I stopped and stared at the bed. Memories of the night before invaded my mind.
David on top of me. David touching me. Me touching David. His strong hands doing delicious things to me when he ran his fingers over my nipples and through my sex. God, he’d been incredible. By far the best lover I’d ever had.
My hips and abs ached from the pleasure he’d given me, repeatedly, and when my gaze caught sight of multiple condom wrappers on the floor, my cheeks heated.
Multiple orgasms…before last night they’d been as mythical as unicorns.
A knock sounded to my left and I jumped, startled.
“Hey,” I said, pressing my hand to my chest when David entered the room. “You scared me.”
His eyes roamed my body from top to toe before sliding to the bed.
“Thinking about last night?” He kept walking toward me and my heart pounded against my rib cage. “I have. All morning long, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.” He reached me and pressed his hand to my cheek. I melted into his warm touch, the move as innate as breathing. My eyes fluttered closed as he bent down and his lips brushed against mine. “I’ve been hard all morning, and all I want to do is keep you in this bed where I can touch you and slide into you.”
My chest burned at his words and my mouth went dry. “Can we?”
My own words reached my ears like I’d whispered them through a tunnel. When did I become so bold?
“No, beautiful.” He kissed me again, and his hand at my cheek slid to my neck. “We have to get going.”
