Page 54 of Staying for You

He’s this amazing and incredible man. Sexy and strong and kind. And he’s about to lose control.

He taps my shoulder and whispers my name.

I’ve never taken this job to completion before and honestly, as much as I want to taste him, I’m not quite brave enough for it to happen now.

So rather, I let him go but keep my hand moving things right along before he explodes on his stomach.

Chest heaving up and down.

Eyes squeezed closed and back arched.

It’s beautiful.

Chapter Sixteen

Owen

“Well, that was embarrassing,”I admit when I come back to the bed after cleaning up. But really, it’s not my fault that she has a magical mouth and hands.

“You lasted a minute and fourteen seconds longer than I did.”

I bark out a laugh, lie back, and hold her close. I rub her back, her body turned to me with her breasts pressed against my side and her thigh draped over mine. It’s intimate and I can’t say a single bad thing about it.

I’m actually a little impressed that I lasted as long as I did. It was a test, for sure. She’s so pretty. Smells so lovely. Feels so amazing.

I could easily see myself falling and I don’t know her that well.

Which is going to change.

After I get the energy because apparently, I’m a ten minute guy and that’s all I’ve got in me before I need a nap.

It could be that I spent the last three days working my ass off so I wouldn’t barge through Cami’s door. And now, I’m equally glad and pissed that I didn’t do just that.

Glad because the build up made what just happened bigger and better than I imagined.

Pissed because… well, I wasted three precious days where I could have been doing what just happened if I’d have barged through that door.

Good thing is, we have weeks ahead of us where we can continue. And I plan on using every one of those weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds reminding her of how good we are together.

“You timed it, huh?”

“Nah. But it sounded good, right?”

Laughing, I tickle her side and she twists beneath me. Cami tilts her chin so she’s looking at me and I kiss the tip of her nose.

“Hungry?”

“Starved,” she says, breathless.

“For food?”

Pouting, she slumps in my arms even though we’re lying down. “But…”

“After I feed you. And we talk.”

“No more talking,” she groans. “You’re good with just sex. I’m good with just sex. I have to go back to Tennessee at some point but we are attracted to each other and we want this. We’re good, right?”

We’re attracted to each other? Is that all she thinks? Because it’s more than attraction for me.

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