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I’d promised her I’d go slow. I’d give it a week.
Aidan’s voice snapped me back to the present. “I’m getting another drink at the bar and then crashing their girls’ night out. Wanna join me?”
Sit with Camden on one of the few nights she loses control and lets loose while she slings back tequila?
I grinned and stood up. “Hell yeah, I do.”
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She fell against my chest, laughing as we said goodbye to Suzanne and Paige at the curb. Suzanne’s belly seemed to grow larger every day and now that she was seven months pregnant, she had a nice waddle to her step. It had made Camden’s giggle turn to full-on belly laughter as Suzanne took longer than normal to get into her car.
“You are drunk,” I said, smiling down at her.
The tightness around Camden’s eyes that was usually there, even if you had to look close to see it, was gone. Tonight, I’d seen her kick back in a way I hadn’t yet and it had been thrilling to watch.
When Aidan and I had walked up to their table and asked if we could join them, Paige had jumped out of her chair quicker than humanly possible and pulled up two stools for us before we could grab our own.
“Of course,” she’d chirped. “Tell us all about Jamaica since Suzanne and I couldn’t be there. We’ve heard about the wedding, but what we haven’t heard about,” she paused and her gaze had flicked between Camden and me, “is what happened to you two…after the sex in the closet during the wedding reception.”
“Oh God,” Camden had choked, dropping her head into her hands. I draped my arm over her shoulder and pulled her to my side, feeling the heat of her embarrassment flaring off her. I didn’t have to see her face to know she was a deep scarlet from her cheeks to her chest.
To assuage Paige’s curiosity, I winked. “It was the best weekend I’ve ever had.”
It had all been true. The girls swooned, playfully putting hearts over their chest. With her head still buried in her hands, Camden snorted.
I’d laughed harder and from that moment until it was time to leave, the laughter had only increased, and the drinks grew stronger and drained more quickly.
Pressed against me as I maneuvered us to my Escalade, Camden’s laughter quieted. Her hand pressed to my stomach and she sighed. “David?”
“Right here, Cam.” I dug my keys out of my back pocket. “What is it?”
“Tonight was fun,” she said. “Every night with you is fun. Why is that?”
I wished I had an answer for her. I’d wondered the same thing. Why was it that we were so different and yet so similar, and that somehow, every night I spent with Camden would rank high in my best-day-ever list had I ever bothered to take the time to write anything down?
“I like you,” she said, her weight growing heavier against me. “I like you too much.”
I groaned as she tripped. “Camden?”
“David?” Her voice slurred and slowed and I looked down, tried to get her to look back at me, but all I saw was her eyelids flutter closed. “I’m sleepy.”
I bent down and scooped her up, one of my hands behind her back, the other beneath her knees. “Then let’s get you home, baby.”
She lost consciousness as soon as I opened the door to my SUV. I buckled her in, ran my fingers through her hair like I always did, and pressed my lips against the top of her head.
I hadn’t expected her forgiveness to be so easy. I’d expected to have to fight for her, to prove I liked her, to prove that I was the man I’d claimed to be, not the man she’d seen me as. I wasn’t going to argue with it, though; I was going to roll with it.
And while I promised her slow…I was also planning on pushing the limits of what that meant to her.
I drove the short distance back to her house and parked my SUV in the driveway. Digging through her purse, I quickly found her keys and climbed out.
When I opened the door on her side of the Escalade, she fell into my arms before I could grab her but didn’t wake up. Without hesitating, I scooped her up and carried her inside. She made soft noises as we walked, little whispers and gasps. Her eyes flickered repeatedly, like she was already dreaming.
She whimpered, snuggling close to my chest after I closed and locked her door. The noise and the feel of her brought to my mind all the times she’d been wrapped around my body in a much different way. In a way that I wanted to see her again.
I carried her up to her bedroom, guessing the door at the end of the hallway was hers, careful to avoid slamming her ankles into the walls in the narrow hallway.
I got her settled in bed, leaving her dressed. If she’d been sober, if I could have had a moment alone with her, I would have told her the yoga pants hugged her luscious ass much better than any pencil skirt I’d seen wrapped around her yet.
I covered her gently, brushed her hair off her face, and bent to kiss her cheek. I stepped back and her hand reached around my wrist, holding me close to her. “Don’t go,” she whispered. Her eyelids fluttered again before closing and she tugged on my hand. “Stay.”
“I was planning on it,” I said, and was greeted by complete, sleepy silence.
I divested myself of my shoes, socks, and jeans and tore off the shirt I’d been wearing. Then I climbed into bed with Camden. I pulled her to my chest and tried like hell to keep my erection under control when she pressed back against me, snuggling into sleep and completely relaxing.
