Page 129 of The Saint

This woman. His lips found hers. Everything he’d wanted to talk to her about—the future, the options—they alldisappeared. He pulled away from her long enough to strip her shirt overhead. Camden buried his face between her breasts as he unfastened her bra. Amelia arched into his kisses. She moaned as his tongue slid up her neck.

The heat from the fireplace reached them. It was just warm enough that they didn’t shiver as their clothes piled next to the couch. Amelia straddled him and rubbed against his thick length. This could be—would be—the rest of his life. He loved her—no questions there.

And what they had wasn’t just passion. It was a promise. Every touch, every kiss, every breath they shared was a vow, silent but unshakable. He’d spent years running into the unknown, but for the first time in his life, he wasn’t searching for something. He had already found it.Her.

This was a whole new understanding of the way the world worked. They didn’t have to date and see if things would work out. Without question, he understood that they would. Amelia was it for him. He would spend the rest of his life making sure she believed he was it for her.

She raised her hips and angled over his cock. Camden gripped her waist and flexed his fingers into her waist as she sank onto him. His thickness pressed deep. She surrounded him with an intensity he couldn’t fathom.

Her hair fell over her shoulders. Her eyelids pressed closed. Amelia’s chin tipped up with his full length seated inside her.

His molars ground. Remaining still took all his strength. Her eyes opened. Camden’s hands roamed up her back and down to her ass and squeezed. He lifted her up and pulled her back again. Amelia’s lips parted and gave him a panting, gasping, needy breath that removed the last of his control. He flexed and thrusted. Her tits bounced. Her eyes shut. The spiraling clench of her body and her greedy moan of need were intoxicating.

“Cam—”

He rolled into her until she collapsed against his chest. Amelia gasped in his arms. Camden held her in place and carefully turned them until he was on top.

The fire crackled. Amelia was loose and languid in his arms. Their mouths connected. His tongue swept against hers. He could stay there for hours, gently moving in and out of her, pulling the last of her pulsing tremors.

He kissed her temple and brushed his lips against her cheek. “I love you.”

Amelia tightened her arms around him. “Forever and ever.”

“Without a doubt.”

She kissed him, intensifying the fire between them. He could see their future and saw she could too. Her hips rose, urging him again.

Camden flexed into her. “Fuck, baby.”

She moaned for more.

He slid in and out. Amelia arched. She writhed. Once again, her core gripped him, tightening around his cock. He gave her hard thrusts, deeper and faster until her begging cries drove him to the brink.

Amelia came apart. The waves of her orgasm rolled through him like a honeyed hurricane. Camden came with her, spasming as she rocked against him, thrusting until he lost the world around himself.

Their galloping breaths slowed. Lying with her by the fire like this was everything he’d always needed. Every impulsive leap into the unknown had simply been him looking for her. Now that he’d found her, everything inside him settled.

“I want you to come home with me.”

Amelia touched his cheek and lazily ran her fingers into his hair.

He wanted to offer her all the stability she could ever dream of. “Be with me. Stay with me forever.”

The words came out rough and raw, as though they’d been buried deep inside a part of him he didn’t know existed. He hadn’t said marriage. He didn’t have a ring—yet. But he was asking so much more than that: to be his always and forever.

Her dreamy smile touched his soul, and without a doubt, Camden could see their life together. It would be unscripted and unbelievable, a wild ride that would continue on the roller coaster course that had started with a single phone call. The future was unpredictably, extraordinarily theirs, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

EPILOGUE

The large screens showed security footage from the gala partying several floors below Titan’s Abu Dhabi operations center. Camden spiraled a football toward Shah, grateful he wasn’t assigned to cover the event. That night, none of his teammates were. He tried to catch a glimpse of his wife working from the sidelines, but Amelia was nowhere to be seen. That was her favorite way to run the show: from the shadows. Little did she know how the tables would turn.

The secure doors swooshed open as the football shot across the room. Camden snapped the ball to his chest.

“Caught red-handed,” Amelia announced as she walked in with Amanda.

“One day, the two of you are going to miss.” Amanda put her hands on her hips.

“Never.” Camden tossed the ball to himself but then made a show of carefully stowing it in a filing cabinet.

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