Page 4 of His to Seduce
Chapter 2
David
I slid my key into the door of my private bungalow and pushed it open. As much as I wanted to throw Camden over my shoulder and not give her a choice, I could practically hear her thinking. She was worrying. She was debating turning around at any moment. In the last five months, Camden had become someone I studied, mostly from a distance.
Camden was uptight. She was more serious than the rest of her friends, and she regarded everyone with wariness. But I saw something different in her, too. I had learned that once you’d earned her loyalty, she’d die for you. I saw the way she loved her friends as if they were more important to her than anyone else in the world. I saw the way she fought for them and defended them. She couldn’t hide everything beneath her straight, professional skirts and blouses always perfectly pressed, and her hair always wrapped and tight at the base of her neck.
Since the first night I’d talked to her, I’d had multiple fantasies about what her hair would feel like, how soft it would be, how beautiful if she simply let it down. My dick was still hard from running my hands through it. It was even softer and more beautiful and longer than I could have ever imagined.
Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to be the man that solved her puzzle, despite knowing I’d been hiding something really big from her. But like Camden had her secrets and reasons, I had mine. I wouldn’t bare those to anyone, either, until I knew I could trust them.
Perhaps we actually had something in common.
“You still doing okay?” I asked, as I held the door open and gestured for her to enter. She’d chewed on her lip so harshly I saw marks on it when it popped from her teeth.
“Yeah.” She grinned and stepped inside, tucking a chunk of her hair behind her ear when she pushed past me. “Have anything to drink in here, though?”
“At the bar.” I pointed in the direction and followed her. God, she was pretty. Her hair was curled and wild and draped down to her waist at the back, hiding the openness of the dress that exposed almost everything. The skirt of her dress swayed back and forth, curving around her ass and hips in the most spectacular, teasing way.
I unbuttoned my white shirt at the wrists and rolled them up, meeting her at the bar. “What would you like? There’s some wine and beer in the fridge.”
Her lips pressed to one side. “Beer would be great, actually.”
Before I could get it for her, she squatted down and opened the small fridge.
Everything clinked and clanked and she peered up at me, smiling wide. “Red Stripe.” She grinned and stood up, holding two beers in her hands. “Want one?”
“Please.” I took it and opened a drawer that contained a bottle opener. Once the beers were opened, I nodded toward the deck. “Outside?”
“Sure.” She took a healthy swallow from her beer, closing her eyes as she swallowed. A brief, pleasured moan escaped her lips when she pulled the bottle away from them.
Hell.How did just that sound make me hard? How did enjoying watching a woman turn me into a horny teenager? I shook off the thoughts and allowed her to go first. Just like everything else about Camden since I’d first met her, she turned me on. From top to toe, she was the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’d ever met. I didn’t care if it made me a pussy to admit it, either. She was beautiful in a pulled-tight, tense sort of way. Intelligent, too, based on the fact I’d gleaned she was some sort of accountant.
Her downside? She hated my damn job. She also didn’t know shit about me, had never asked about me from what I had learned. None of that mattered when she looked at me. Her pretty green eyes softened, a wistful expression making her look like an angel, and that flush crept up her cheeks.
She wanted me. She just didn’t know what the hell to do about it.
When Tyson had sprung this last-minute trip to the Caribbean for his wedding, I decided two things. One, that I’d go, obviously. He’d been one of my best friends for thirteen years. And two, I’d spend the weekend making Camden want me. Making herseeme. So that when she learned the truth, we’d both know we were in this for the right reasons. I was taking my chance, even knowing I could be burned in the end.
I hoped like hell I wasn’t.
My last girlfriend had wanted nothing other than the prestige that came along with saying she was a doctor’s wife and the black AmEx she assumed came with being a McGregor. What she hated was the being-alone part and the fact that my being an ER resident didn’t exactly feed her desired lifestyle.
On the surface, Camden was the same. Wanting money, wanting a man who made more than the tips I could carry in my pocket, but I saw beyond it. I saw the guilt she carried when she’d mentioned that she’d never date a bartender. There was more to the judgments she professed during her night out at Fireside Grill, where I worked and helped Declan. This weekend, I was going to explore every inch of her, inside and out, so I could find what it was she really wanted.
Then, I’d do my damnedest to give it to her.
“It’s so beautiful out here,” Camden said, folding into one of the outdoor lounge chairs. The white cushions were a stark contrast to the chocolate wicker, and while they were nice-looking on their own, seeing Camden’s alabaster skin and auburn hair draped over one made it more striking.
“It is.”
She washere.With me, and not running. When she panicked in the closet after I couldn’t keep my hands off her, I’d been afraid she would run away.
She turned to me, tilting her head and leaning back to look to me. I met her gaze, not once looking out to the teal water that seemed to sparkle through the gentle lights on my deck.
I didn’t care about the view…shemade it beautiful.
Dipping her chin, she twisted back to the water and took a drink of her beer.
