Did I?
“I…” I wanted to tell him I didn’t feel it, that I had no idea what he was talking about, but there was obviously something very wrong with me because, I felt it. I did. But I couldn’t tell him that.
I wouldn’t.
Instead, “I hate you,” spilled from my lips.
Before I could take back the words, Cameron’s other hand cupped my neck and he fixed his mouth against mine, his tongue gently parting my lips and slipping inside. He kissed me slow and deep, right there in the school parking lot against the side of his truck.
And all I could think was Cameron Chase is kissing me…
Cameron Chase is kissing me…
Kissing me.
Heat flooded my stomach, making my thighs clench together, as he plastered me against his truck, kissing me deeper, harder. Our tongues dueled, fighting for dominance. But he won, and I softened under his touch. The way he nipped my lip, tracing his mouth over my jaw, my neck, sucking and nibbling.
“Cameron.” It was supposed to be a warning, a signal for him to slow down. A reminder of where we were and what we were doing.
A reminder for myself to get a grip.
But pleasure escaped my throat, and I moaned softly.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured, his lips and hands exploring my skin, my body, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. Which made no sense because we hated each other.
I hated him.
I hate him.
“Wait.” I broke away and he groaned, dropping his face to the crook of my shoulder. “What the hell are we doing?” My voice trembled as I tried to regain control of myself, my stupid fickle emotions.
“Cameron,” I said jabbing my fingers into his ribs when he didn’t move. “Get the hell off me.”
He stepped back, his lips curled in an annoyingly sexy smirk. “You’re not making this easy, Sunshine.”
“I swear to God, if you call me that again, I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Kiss me?” His smirk morphed into a smug grin.
“I’m leaving now,” I said roughly. “Please don’t follow me.” Because I might beg you for things I shouldn’t want. I slipped out from between him and his truck and started walking away but his hand snagged my wrist. “Cameron.” His name left my lips a gentle sigh.
“Just tell me one thing,” he said.
“What?” I gave a frustrated sigh. But it wasn’t only Cameron I was frustrated with.
“Does hating me feel as good for you as it does for me?”
“Goodbye, Cameron.” My eyes dropped to where his fingers were curled around my wrist and he released me.
“Whatever you say, Sunshine.” He had to have the last words. “But just remember, Hailee.” My name on his lips made my stomach do a little flip. “You can run but you can’t hide.”
Cameron
Hailee hurried back into school, but I didn’t go after her. I needed some air. The girl got under my skin until I couldn’t think straight.
When I’d followed her out here, I hadn’t planned on kissing her again. I only wanted to talk, to find out what the hell was happening. But then I’d pulled her around the side of my truck and the temptation was just too damn much. Watching her fight herself over whether to admit she felt this thing growing between us, was the final straw.
Fuck.