At that moment, I needed to feel the full, pale cherry-colored lips that waited in the breath between us. Just as I started to close the space, he stood, dashing my hopes as he walked away with a wink.

He’d played me.

Face flushed with lusty thoughts of my lips, his skin, my heart, his cock, my teeth, and his tongue invaded my head as I tried to get myself together. I was in pieces, and all he’d done was toy with me.

Holy fucking shit.

Did abstaining from the physical make a relationship more meaningful? Maybe, but before long, it was inevitable you’d end up like Cameron and me, skirting around the elephant in the room that refused to be camouflaged. Our relationship wasn’t based on sex, but we’d hit that crossroads. Our imaginations were taking over, and we were both thirsty.

Was it time to take a drink?

Take a drink, bitch.

“Thanks, Bree,” I muttered.

Minutes later, Cameron set my cup down on the table, and I ogled his tight ass before he took his own seat, too far away. When he was comfortable, he glanced my way and read my posture. I was fully turned on, and he’d done next to nothing. But the heat in my cheeks told me I was flushed, and I was swallowing repeatedly. I wanted him, and it was evident.

Reflected in his eyes was a deadly combination of sex, desperate want, and intense need. Overwhelmed, I had no way to cope, and the only solution was to take a step in his direction. I wanted to lick the salt off his Adam’s apple, to feel his weight on top of me. I was there.

Cameron’s Mac: Penny for your thoughts.

Abbie’s Mac: No way.

Cameron’s phone rattled on his table and I nodded toward it.

Abbie’s Mac: Want to get that? It’s been buzzing for an hour.

I played with the petals of the pink peony he’d brought me and then sheepishly glanced his way. His jaw ticked as he watched me. He hadn’t budged.

Cameron’s Mac: Tell me, Abbie.

It was a demand on his part, and I couldn’t blame him. I was equally as intrigued.

Abbie’s Mac: You tell me.

Another staredown.

Cameron’s Mac: You sure you want the blunt truth?

I slowly nodded.

Cameron’s Mac: I want to make you come.

I closed my eyes as my whole body shivered at his admission.

Cameron’s Mac: I want to taste you in every way a man can taste a woman, savor you on my tongue and swallow.

Cameron’s Mac: I’m dying to know what you sound like moaning my name. I’m fucking dying, Abbie, just to kiss you.

Cameron’s Mac: But I can wait. I will wait. I will wait as long as it takes for you to look at me and have a decision made.

Abbie’s Mac: Why me?

Cameron’s Mac: Why not you? I’m not interested in anyfuckingthing else. Nothing. But. You. This, you and me, is all I look forward to. And it already feels better than all the woos before you. Want some more truth?

Jesus, could I handle more? Hell yes I could. I nodded.

Cameron’s Mac: Every night while I lay in bed, I stroke my cock thinking of you. And it’s been every single night for the last two weeks. Ever since you started looking at me that way.

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