Page 63 of Under My Skin

“Probably not. We were practically eye-fucking each other across the dinner table that night.”

“God, we were, weren’t we?” I smile into his chest. “That seems so long ago.”

“Yeah. If I had just come to my senses then, I could’ve been making a dent on all those fantasies of yours I’ve been starring in for days now.” Cameron pushes me onto my back and holds himself over me, staring into my eyes and biting his lip. “Forcing all those breathy moans you make when I kiss you deep, when my fingers and mouth are on you.” He leans in and sucks along my neck to my ear, making me shiver. “When my cock is balls deep in that tight, sweet pussy of yours.”

I moan loudly and wrap my legs around him, feeling how hard he is through his jeans. “Your mouth, Cameron. God, I can’t handle the stuff that comes out of it.”

“Yes, you can. You can handle everything I give you because you’re my good girl, right?” He moves down from my ear to my lips, where he completely devours my mouth. He only lets me up for air so he can move his mouth further down as his hand skims up my stomach and under my shirt. He slides his fingers under my bra and pinches my nipple, causing me to make that breathy sound he loves so much.

“I’m not feeling like such a good girl right now,” I finally answer when I have enough air in my lungs to speak and reach down, wanting to palm his dick and drive him just as crazy as he does me.

“Fuck, Lizzie.” Cameron abruptly moves away, sitting back on his legs with mine still wrapped around his waist. He runs his hands up my thighs, almost massaging them. “If we don’t stop, baby, I’m going to strip you bare and have sex with you right here on this blanket where anyone could see,” he says, his voice pained. “And I don’t really want anyone to see what’s mine.”

“Well, that’s just not fair.” I pretend to pout. “First, you stop me from giving my first blow job ever, now I’m not allowed to touch you.” He groans, so I know I’m getting to him, and that makes me giddy.

“Fuck me, Lizzie. You have no idea what you do to me. Or how much I want that blow job right now.” Cameron looks tortured before he lies back down and pulls me along.

A long, comfortable silence passes between us as we gaze at the stars. This moment right here, lying next to Cameron, has been one I’ve thought about more than I’d like to admit. It was never sexual, just intimate and loving. Just the two of us sharing a view of the same stars that I’ve made so many wishes on since I was a kid.

How many of those wishes were about Cameron? Way too many. Again, more than I’d like to admit. Never when I made those wishes did I think they’d come true. It still feels unreal to be honest. Like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop and that everything that’s happened in the past three weeks was all my overactive imagination.

“Can I take you out Thursday night? Like, on an actual date. We haven’t done one of those yet.” Cameron asks, breaking the silence and shutting down my negative thoughts. “I’ll take you to Crest Steakhouse, but we’ll actually stay and eat this time.”

“I would love to go out with you Thursday night.” I try to keep the excited giddiness out of my voice as I answer so I don’t seem like a teenage girl going on her first date. “Are the girls coming to my class this week?”

“They wouldn’t miss it. Mackenzie can’t stop talking about it. Her excitement over it has been a relief to see, actually.”

I can sense some unease in his voice, like this is something that’s been keeping him up at night. He’s mentioned before that Mackenzie took the divorce the hardest. Not the divorce per se, but Renee leaving. The missed phone calls and lack of any effort whatsoever from her mom have been hard for her to cope with, and I can only imagine she blames herself for it. Just thinking about it literally sends me into a rage. I will never understand a mother abandoning her kids.

“That’s good. I love watching her raw talent. She really is a natural.”

“God, you’re so fucking sweet. I’m sure you even say that to a kid who can’t make more than a clay ball, don’t you?”

“What? No.” I laugh and nudge him with my shoulder. “Maybe. But I’m serious about Mackenzie.”

“She’s always been artistic. Loves to draw and comes up with the coolest stuff. Hasn’t been doing it much lately, but I’m hoping this gets her back into it.”

It must be so hard to be a single dad to two little girls. And he seems to do it all so effortlessly. Like he was made for it. I doubt he feels that way, though.

“You’re such a great dad, Cameron. Don’t forget that, okay? Whatever Mackenzie is going through, I’m sure it will get better. Just give her time.” I try to reassure him.

“Thanks, Lizzie.” He squeezes me tighter, and we just stay there, looking up at the dark sky.

A little while later, I feel my eyes start to droop. I was up way later than I usually am last night, and I think it’s finally catching up with me. “I’m falling asleep on you, Cameron. I better head home.”

“I’m not opposed to you falling asleep on me. I actually really like that idea.”

“You won’t like it once I leave a giant drool spot on your shirt.” I push up from him, but before I can get myself up, he’s already reaching out to help me. “I’m excited for our date. I haven’t been on many, so forgive me if I’m totally lame.”

“You could never be lame to me, Lizzie.” He leans down for a kiss and then walks me home and gives me one more quick peck.

“Good night,” I say sleepily.

“Good night, baby. Dream about me because I’m for sure going to be dreaming about you.”

Easy. I already dream about Cameron Dylan every night as it is.

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