Page 37 of Hard Rock Sin
Cameron let out a small sound, halfway between a pained hiss and a pleasurable groan. His fingers clenched, gathering fistfuls of my shirt in his hands. I thought he might flex his hips, press himself against me.
Nervous excitement flowed through me.
Was Cameron really…?
He lifted his head from where it was buried in my hair. His cheeks brushed mine. He stared at me, our lips inches away from each other. The expression on his face was heated. Fiery. His eyes dropped to my mouth.
Arousal and anxiety hit me at the same time.
Did I really want to…?
I knew I liked Cameron. But was I ready for this?
I closed my eyes and parted my lips.
In a flurry of motion Cameron launched himself away from me, scrambling to the other side of the bed.
"Fuck," he said roughly. He sat upright, back against the headboard. He ran a hand over his face. "This can't happen."
I played with the hem of my tank top. I nodded slowly, a mix of disappointment and relief welling up in my chest.
"I'm serious, Lily." His voice was hoarse.
"I know."
He moved to get up, sliding off the bed. I grabbed his hand.
"Please stay," I begged.
"I can't—"
"Just to sleep."
I crawled back and nestled under the covers, leaving room for him to settle back down beside me.
He examined me quietly, as if seeking something in my eyes. He sat back down on the mattress with a thump.
His tall frame made a deep indentation in the bed. I felt myself tilt closer to him. It was like a planet gravitating toward the sun. I was drawn in by his presence.
I turned on my side, facing him.
Cameron lay on his back, arms straight at his sides. I could see a gleam of light reflecting in his eyes, telling me they were still open, staring at the ceiling.
"You're a really good guy," I told him.
He laughed, a harsh, deprecating sound. "No. I'm not."
I reached out for him. His hand was balled in a fist. I placed mine over his. I scooted closer, curling in on myself until my head rested on his shoulder.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
Chapter Twelve
The next morningCameron was gone, leaving me to wake up alone after we'd spend the night together.
I flushed at the thought. It had so many connotations.
I almost regretted asking him to spend the night with me. I might have sent us back to square one, sent him back to hiding from me.
