Page 64 of Worth the Wait
“That’s a yes to everything,” I whisper back. “To marriage and mornings and dishwasher arguments and loving you for the rest of my life.”
When he slides the ring onto my finger, it fits perfectly—just like everything else about us when we’re brave enough to choose each other completely.
“Now,” I say, admiring the way the diamond catches the light, “about that celebration you mentioned...”
Cameron’s smile turns wicked. “I had some very specific ideas about that too.”
“Show me,” I say, letting him lead me down the hall toward the bedroom.
As he undresses me slowly, teasingly, I remember how nervous I used to be about this part—about letting someone see my body, my insecurities, my past. But Cameron doesn’t judge, doesn’t expect anything other than me exactly as I am. His hands map my curves as he lowers me to the bed, his gaze focused on my face like nothing else matters.
I pull him down on top of me, the weight of him perfect against me. My hands find their way under his shirt, and I push it over his head, needing to feel his skin against mine.
Cameron pulls back just enough to slide my bra straps off my shoulders, his hands deft and confident. When he slides my bra off, he leans down to kiss me, his mouth hot against my collarbone, my shoulder, the sensitive spot where my neck meets my jaw.
When his lips find mine again, it’s with a new urgency, like he can’t wait another moment to be inside me.
He makes quick work of the rest of our clothes, and then we’re skin against skin, nothing between us but desire and trust. I can tell Cameron wants to go slowly, to savor this moment, but I don’t have the patience for that. Not when he feels so good against me, his hands skimming down my waist and thighs like he wants to memorize every part of me.
When he finally pushes inside me, I gasp, arching against him as he fills me completely. He goes slowly at first, teasing, but then he speeds up, thrusting into me with a delicious intensity that makes me cry out, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
It feels different this time. Deeper, more meaningful. Like we aren’t just coming together physically—we’re building a future, a life, a love that will last beyond tonight.
He moves faster, his cock driving into me with a desperate kind of need that matches my own. I feel my climax building, a tingling sensation low in my belly that spreads through my entire body as Cameron gasps my name, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks.
When I come, it’s with a rush of pleasure that leaves me dizzy and breathless, my body clenching around him as he comes with me, his face pressed against my shoulder like he’s trying to anchor himself to me.
Afterward, as we lie tangled in his sheets watching the Pacific turn golden in the late afternoon light, I think about how far we’ve both traveled to get here. Six months ago, I thought professional success was the only validation that mattered. Today, I know the truth—the best success is the kind you get to share with someone who loves you exactly as you are, who fights for you when the world says you don’t belong, who chooses you every single day.
This time, we got everything right.
This time, love really is enough.
