Page 79 of Cam Girl

At once, I’m rocketed back to awareness of his bodybeside mine. The way I fit underneath his arm and the press of his thigh against mine. My stomach dips pleasantly, butterflies taking flight inside.

I’m the one who breaks away first.

Aiden’s eyes have gone dark with fire, the eye contact penetrating and uncomfortable. No, I correct as warmth continues to spread. Not uncomfortable. My chest rises, my breath coming faster the longer he looks at me.

Aiden’s own breathing has gone ragged and he shifts beside me. The movement pulls at the blanket, a tent forming over his hardening cock.

“I shouldn't have interrupted you, then.” My voice makes hardly any sound and the only thing I hear is my suddenly thunderous pulse in my ears.

I should go back to bed.

Immediately.

If I’m trying to keep anything from happening between us, then I’ve got to get off the couch and lock the bedroom door behind me.

There is no mistaking the raw intent on Aiden’s face or the way I want to continue.

I want his hands on me, to slide myself over his lap and grind against him, to feel the way his skin melts to mine, and his lips on my body, the hardness of his cock?—

“I’m glad you interrupted,” he replies softly. The arm he’d wrapped around me remains on the back of the couch but he slides the opposite one toward the bulge in his pants. “I was thinking about you.”

My jaw drops slightly and I swallow over my tongue. The hunger in his eyes, the need, and the way he holds himself back.

“You have to know how much I think about you. How badly I want to touch you. The other night at the lake…I barely managed to stop,” he continues.

I think about him, too. I think about all of them, whichmakes me selfish and ridiculous. A young girl full of fantasies with no spine to back up any of them.

Or it makes me sick in the head.

Heat pinks my cheeks but I don’t pull away. The blanket is still draped over the two of us but it’s useless as far as protection goes. Do I even need protection from Aiden?

“I’m not leaving yet,” I admit.

He grins and reaches for my free hand to bring it down to his cock. Tendons bulge in his forearm. I resist at the last minute because I know myself. I know what will happen if I touch him.

I won’t stop. I’ll cross right over a line I’m not sure either of us is ready to cross, and by that point, there will be no going back.

He twists his head to the side in confusion at my resistance. After a tense moment where both of us lock eyes, he pushes the blanket down.

“Do you see what you do to me?”

Yes, of course I do. My mouth is dry again and I compulsively swallow, desperate to touch those hard ridges of his cock. The bulge in his sweatpants?—

He’s Soren’s cousin. He’s too kind and easy to talk to for me to ruin with my presence.

I’ve had plenty of chances to leave.

Instead I inch closer, my mouth slightly open and panting with the strain of keeping my hands to myself rather than reaching inside those gray sweatpants and touching him.

He’ll taste salty and delicious. I know it.

Aiden’s eyes narrow at whatever he sees on my face. He reaches inside to free himself. His rigid cock bobs.

My face flushes and my throat constricts at his thickness. Precum already slicks the fat head of his erection.

Aiden watches me intently to gauge my reaction. “What do you think, Gilli?”

He grins and strokes himself up and down as I watch, my heart pumping faster.

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