“Yeah?” My voice comes out more seductive than I intend. And fuck me, but I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. “I won’t hold my breath.” I walk to the door, but he doesn’t open it yet.
His gaze waits for mine. The moment my eyes lock with his, a fluttery feeling takes residence in my belly. He brushes his knuckles across my jaw and cups the back of my head, almost possessively, but doesn’t quite close the distance between our mouths. “I had fun with you tonight.”
“Yeah.” My insides warm with that feeling that comes from being complimented. Even though I know it’s temporary and induced by the post orgasmic satiation haze, it’s still really nice. “You sure know how to show a woman a good time.”
“Rock collection for the win.” He pulls his fist into his chest, giving one of those goofy grins.
“Well, I better get back to the party.” I glance at the door.
“Yeah, we should . . .” He mashes his lips together. I wonder if he wants to kiss me again. Stupid as it is, I wish he would.
Stifling the urge to reach for him, I move toward the door. My gaze drinks him up one last time, and when I settle on his eyes I find him doing the same. As if he can’t get enough. Or maybe he’s memorizing me as I am him. My hand finds the doorknob and I unlock it. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“I don’t doubt you will.” There he goes with that cocky self-assuredness again, and damn if it doesn’t turn me on. “Later, Jill.”
My gut tightens, in part because I’m tempted to offer him more, and also because that thought is enough to make me run for the hills. This was a one-time thing, we both agreed, and it’s for the best. More would only lead to disaster. It’s not worth the risk, even if it was one hot night.
Chapter Three
I didn’t really think my escape plan through. Yeah, sure, hooking up with Cam was totally amazing, but I need to get the sight of him—sweaty, hard, and thrusting himself inside me—out of my mind. It’d be a challenging task on its own, but almost impossible being that I’m stuck at a party . . . in his apartment. For the next hour I avoid eye contact and conversation, and pretend he didn’t just rock my world. I’m not sure I’m fooling anyone, but turning it into a drinking game helps.
Each time he catches me looking, I drink. Every time I picture his face as he falls over the edge, I drink. When I get stuck in a conversation with anyone who isn’t him, I drink. Basically, I drink and drink and drink until I can’t exactly remember why I left the cocoon of his sex dungeon.
My limbs feel loose and my body buzzes with the energy of a crowded room as I refill my cup yet again. I meander back to the living room as it buzzes and buzzes again. Right on my ass. What kind of voodoo party is this?Shit. My phone. I pull it out of my back pocket, confused as to who could be calling. Alicia and Callie are here, and there’s no one else I know who’d try and reach me so late on a weekend.
Despite the fact I’m wearing my glasses, I squint to read the screen.
Preston: Looking forward to our date tomorrow.
Fuck.
Preston: I’ll pick you up
Preston: I made reservations at 6
Preston.I haven’t thought of him much since . . . well, since Cam’s dick entered the picture. Does that make me a horrible person? Shit. It must. Guilt and shame churn in my belly. I was honest with Cam, but what I did wasn’t respectful to the man I’m supposed to be dating—exclusively, no less.Fuck, fuck, fuck. I really fucked up. I’m not this person. I don’t sleep around. I don’t cheat. I don’t blur lines or technicalities. How can I go out with Preston tomorrow? How can I keep seeing him and not tell him what I did tonight?Shit.
My fingers hover over the screen as I debate what to text back. I could cancel. Call things off. Bail and take the easy road of never coming clean with what I did. Only I really like Preston. He’s a nice man. We’re the same age. We have things in common. He’s respectful. Nice.Safe.
I promised myself to give it a real try with Preston. I’ve never been open to relationships, not beyond a casual thing, but I wanted to try. This time I thought I could. Preston understood I didn’t want to rush things. We decided to date and see what happened. We both agreed we weren’t interested in seeing other people, and I hadn’t even looked at another man. Until tonight. Until him. Cam. My gaze seeks him out in the crowd. He catches me looking and offers one of his panty-combusting smirks. Fucking dimples.Le sigh.
But I can’t blame his features for any of this. I chose to go into his room. I may have had a few drinks beforehand, but I knew damn well what I was doing. And now I have to decide how to tell Preston. He won’t forgive this, and if he does, do I want to be with a man like that?
This should be some new record. I fucked things up before they even had a chance to start.Shit. Did I sleep with Cam to sabotage my budding relationship with Preston?
“Jilly!” Alicia waves me over. “There’s pizza!”
A stack of boxes balance in one of the party goer’s arms before being deposited on a table next to the couch. Someone else yells “food!” and a group of guys practically mow each other over on the way to nab a slice.
“Ladies first. Have some fucking manners.”Cam. I recognize his voice through the chaos. My body reacts even though I refuse to meet his stare.
“Jill?” Callie stumbles a little as she leans her body into mine. I grab on to her so we don’t both topple over. I think she was doing shots with the guys at some point. I regret not stopping that. She’s drunk. Beyond so.
“Pizza?” Cam clears his throat, standing before us as he pops open the lid on one of the boxes.
“God, yes!” Callie reaches for a slice and has it stuffed in her mouth before she mumbles a thank you.
Cam grins as if he’s amused. He tips his chin my way. “You hungry?”
