A lump formed in his throat, making answering her difficult. “Of course I did,” he managed. “I loved her. I loved you. I’ve never wanted anything more than a life with you both.”
Finally meeting his eyes, she softened against him.
He threaded his fingers in her damp hair. “Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me you still love me, Cam.” Because he could feel that love vibrating beneath the surface of her warm skin. He couldn’t be the only one suffering through their separation.
“Ian, I . . .” She shook her head.
He bent, stopping with only a breath between his mouth and hers. “I love you.” His lips brushed hers. Sparks of need flared in his veins. Tears slipped from her lashes to his cheeks. “Every day since I met you. Every day until I die. I love you. “
She gasped. Her mint-scented breath puffed across his lips. “I love you too. “
His knees almost gave away with the weight of his relief. Instead, he jerked her against him and crushed his mouth to hers. She moaned into the kiss, parting her lips. He pushed forward, tangling his tongue with hers, fitting their bodies together. This time, when his hand reached her breast, he didn’t stop. Instead, he cupped her flesh, squeezing and molding it. He brushed his thumb over her nipple.
“Ian,” she moaned.
A surge of triumph mixed with lust pumped through him. Meeting her eyes, he gripped the hem of her dress in both hands. She swallowed, her gaze never wavering, then lifted her arms. He ripped the dress over her head, dropping it to the ground. He wanted to take the time to look at her, fucking worship her, and relearn her. But need beat at him with relentless fists.
And Cam was right there with him. With her mouth back on his, she shoved his shirt up his chest. Her nails scraped over each new inch of exposed flesh. They broke apart long enough to pull the shirt over his head. As he took her mouth again, her fingers fumbled with the button of his shorts. When her fingers brushed over his erection, he sucked in a breath. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to erupt in his damn shorts. Finally, she shoved his pants down his thighs and wrapped her soft, warm hand around him.
“Uh uh.” He gripped the firm globes of her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, causing her wet heat to slide against him. His dick jerked against her, nudging her entrance. He sank to his knees, then lowered her to her back, stretching out over her.
Staring down at her, he peered into her eyes. Cam’s eyes had never been able to lie to him. If he’d been smart five years ago, he would’ve spent more time reading those blue orbs. She blinked, her lashes casting shadows over her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, her gaze was dark, filled with a mixture of need, hunger, and raw vulnerability.
“Cam?” He spoke against her mouth, already delving back between her lips. He needed to know she wanted this. Him.
She lifted her hips, sliding her sex along his hard length, then taking him inside her. Surging forward, he plunged into the tight, welcoming fist of her body.
Home.