Page 8 of The Man in Mom's Bed
Tomorrow I’ll have to find somewhere else to stay, do the right thing and put some distance between the two of us. But tonight, I’ll sleep at the garage and dream of all the things I desperately want to do to her.
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KATIE
My kisswith Cam haunts me like a wonderful nightmare playing on repeat behind my eyelids. He kissed me, then he ran from me…
I trace my lips with my thumb and look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, remembering the grip of his fingers as they tangled through my hair, the way he kissed me like a drowning man desperate for air. I felt like his salvation, but now I feel like his damnation.
My mom stumbles into the bathroom, nudging me aside. “Move,” she slurs, a bottle deep despite it being barely noon.
I step aside and watch her fumble with her makeup. It’s Friday, which means Tony’s, which means free drinks from scumbag guys.
“Cam’s working late again,” she grumbles, smearing on lipstick that’s way too bright. “Probably fucking another woman.”
I bite my tongue. I want to snap at her, tell him that he wouldneverdo something like that. But I also know the truth: that he and I were kissing behind her back just three days ago.
It’s wrong on so many levels, but can I really blame him? Can I blame myself?
“I’m going to Cheryl’s after. Don’t wait up.”
Cheryl lives two towns over, and when Mom goes there, she doesn’t come home until Sunday.
My pulse instantly skyrockets.
Two days alone in the trailer with Cam!? What am I going to do with myself?
Mom leaves at seven, and I watch from the window until her taillights are gone, then I start to get ready.
I shower, trying to think of anything but Cam. But all I see is his face in my mind. That raw masculinity, the sexy stare, the glare from his passionate eyes that made me feel small and important at the same time.
And deep down inside me, I feel my own hunger rising to the surface. This isn’t about escape from this life or rebellion against my mom; this is about recognition. About binding myself to the one person who has ever seen me for who I am and made me feel special.
I dress carefully in my own clothes—ones that fit my body just right, showing off my curves and making it clear that I’m not a little girl but a woman who understands her body.
His truck rumbles into the driveway around ten-thirty, not quite late enough to guarantee that I’m asleep. He’s slipping. But is it purpose?
I wait in the kitchen for him, my hands steady despite my heart pounding like an earthquake.
My whole body goes hot when he steps through the door, exhaustion written all over his face. He’s been working himself to death trying to get his shop going, and my stomach goes tight at the sight of him. So capable, so strong.
Mine…
He freezes when he sees me. “You should be in bed.”
“Not tired.” I shrug, stretching my arms above my head.
“Katie–”
“Mom’s at Cheryl’s,” I say, a simple fact that changes everything. “My guess is she won’t be back until Sunday.”
I see the heat flash in his eyes. Want and desire so naked it makes my heart skip a beat. But he shakes his head. “That doesn’t change anything.”
“It changeseverything,” I say, standing. As I move closer, I sway my hips, practically screaming at him to look over my body. But his restraint is incredible, and he remains focused on my eyes. “We’re alone, Cam. Mom’s not here to…interrupt us.”
My breasts tingle at the memory of his touch. My nipples are hard. Every inch of my innocent body is coming alive for him.Heis responsible for this.He’sthe man here.He’sthe adult. If he didn’t want me, he shouldn’t have woken the fire within me.
“I–I can’t, Katie.”
