Page 79 of The Saint

He liked carrying her.

“You’re going to give me whiplash.”

“I’m going to give you something. That’s for damn sure.” He bounded toward the bedroom. The cool air rushed over her skin. Camden laid her in the center of the bed. “Better.”

Better…They had more room to play. Excitement sparkled over her skin again.

He removed the feather and mask. The bed dipped as his large body moved to her side. He reached over her bare stomach and placed their gift from Esme next to her hip.

She grinned. “MaybeIam supposed to blindfoldyou.”

His chest rumbled. “The world is full of endless and unlikely possibilities.”

“I don’t know that anything is completely unlikely these days.”

“We’ll see.” Camden took her hand in his and placed a chaste kiss on the inside of her wrist. The heaven-sent softness of his lips trailed up her forearm, eliciting an army of tremors. “But for now, the mask goes on you.”

The full pout of his perfect lips made her stomach clench. She wanted to hide her uneven breaths. The dizzying way he turned her on was addictive, but it was disconcerting too. He just had a way with women. The man had probably gone his entire adult life making women wet and moving on to the next one. How had she not thought about this before? He was a perpetual bachelor, a man who proclaimed that he never settled down. What did that say about her? She was just one of a laundry list of people he could arouse that easily.

“What’s the matter?” He traced his fingers along her jaw and down to her collarbone.

Oh God. How had she not seen it? That was what he’d warned her against. Camden probably didn’t even know the difference. It had felt special. She’d trusted him incredibly easily. And it was easy for him because it wasn’t new or different. She wasn’t special. Her cheeks flamed. Embarrassment dousedthe arousal because that was exactly what she’d asked for, not thinking that she would start to fall for this man, that she would want him to want her, that she would want to be different from other women before her.

Camden’s scrutiny increased when she didn’t share. “This won’t be as good as it can be if you’re not one hundred percent with me.”

She didn’t know how to share how embarrassing it was that he could snap his finger and turn her on. “I don’t know how to explain.”Because this was what she wanted!

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

That heart-stopping smile curved over his face again. “Then try to tell me.”

She pinched her eyes shut. Even the words were mortifying. She hadn’t had long enough to figure out her thoughts. Was he attracted to her? Obviously, they’d had amazing sex. But would he have been interested if she hadn’t all but begged him to kiss her?

“Amelia.”

“Okay. All right.” She stared at the ceiling. “I want you to want…” Her eyes pinched shut. “I’m not saying this right.”

He inched back. The growing space between them killed her.

“I want you to want me.” Shame sliced her throat with razor blades as she tried to swallow. “Not just do what you think would comfort me.”

He blinked as though her words were gibberish. “I have been thinking about the possibilities—about what I want to do to you, with you—every second since we woke up.”

Amelia’s pussy clenched.

One side of his smile hitched. The corners of Camden’s eyes crinkled. “And then Esme hands us a box of fun?” Heat flamedin his gaze. “If I had driven us there, if Beth hadn’t been around, there’s a damn good chance I would have thrown you over my shoulder and found the closest hotel room. If not the back seat of the car.”

Throbbing need pulsed far below her stomach.

He licked his bottom lip. “This—you and me—it’s a hell of a good time.”

“If you’re sure,” she managed.

Camden tipped his head back and laughed. “I had you nearly naked on the couch within three seconds of walking through the door.”

Well, that was true.

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