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“Shut up.” I swat him, smiling the entire time. “It felt good to make someone feel that good. You really did like it, right?” My smile fades as I wonder how many other women have done that exact same thing to him, only better. Maybe I was crap at it after all.
“I liked it too much. It felt like you were topping from the bottom there for a second, but we got things evened out in the end I think.”
He winks.
I smile.
“This experience was certainly better than my last,” I say.
He groans. “I thought I was clear that I don’t want to hear about you and other guys.”
“Okay, okay, sorry,” I wince, recalling the last time in my mind.
It was someone I knew in med school. It happened when we were studying late one night. I didn’t even orgasm before he stopped to grab a condom out of his wallet. Then he threw a big fit when I told him I didn’t want to have sex.
What Camden did obliterates everything that guy even attempted.
“I’m exhausted,” he says, glancing at the clock to see it’s after two. “Let’s get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.” He tweaks his brows at me with sexual promise.
Camden rolls toward me to pull my glasses off my face and deposits them behind him on the nightstand. Then he snakes his hand around my waist and pulls me against him so we’re front to front. I’m breathing in his chest and have no clue what to do with my hands. They’re all awkward and bent under my chin. He arranges his head on top of mine and lets out a contented sigh as if he’s perfectly comfortable, yet I still don’t know what the hell to do with my hands.
“Can we…maybe not…cuddle?” My voice is weak, my body frigid.
Camden pulls back and frowns down at me. “Okay. That’s a first.”
“I don’t mean to make it weird, but I like my space when I sleep. It’s peculiar because I like the companionship of sleeping next to someone, but I can’t seem to get comfortable with the cuddling part.” I’m rambling. “It’s probably something I should address with a therapist at a later date.”
He huffs out a polite laugh. “We don’t have to touch, Indie. It’s fine.”
His voice is flat, revealing no emotion, good or bad, as he rolls over to face away from me. His large shoulders look strong and comforting, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t bring myself to want to spoon him. I’ve never had to deal with this before. The limited encounters with men in my life were brief and I always left afterwards. Experiences with Camden are new on so many levels.
I sit up on my elbow, watching him. His eyes are closed. “Are you mad? You seem mad.”
“I’m not mad.” He doesn’t open his eyes but a smirk tugs at his lips. “You just never cease to surprise me.”
I wince. “Is that a good thing? I can’t tell.”
His low chuckle is genuine. “It’s a good thing. I just hope you like surprises, too.”
My brows rise. His words sound ominous. And promising. And his tone is decidedly sexual. After all this spontaneity, I’m not sure how this night can be topped. I roll over and exhale with relief.
I don’t think he’s mad. He gets my weirdness. I feel better. And sated. And venturing on happy.
I think I picked a great Penis Number One.
IAWAKE ON MY SIDEwith a pair of pale, narrow arms snaked around me, spooning me from behind. One arm is resting on my waist, the other tucked between me and the mattress. A smooth, sculpted leg is draped over my hip, but the grey sheet is hiding all the parts that I acquainted myself with so well last night. For someone who likes space, her subconscious evidently hasn’t received the memo.
The morning bathes us in a golden light. Dust motes float in the sunlight slicing through the blinds. A smile stretches across my face as I peek under the sheet to find myself charged and ready for round two. I glance at the clock and see it’s not even eight o’clock yet.
But I have a virgin…in my bed.
Last night with Indie was hot, hard, fast, and the perfect stepping-stone. Then, when she didn’t want to be too close in bed, a part of me was grateful. I’d somehow slipped into a different place with her and I needed a swift kick in the balls to be reminded this isn’t anything more than physical. This is sex. Virgin sex. With an expiration date.
I’m breaking all sorts of rules with Indie. In my entire life, I’ve never slept with a woman and not had sex. I’ve never done the pillow talk thing. Now I’ve done it three times with the same person. I guess I can blame it on the injury, but I’m doing all I can tonotthink of any of that.
Those four days after surgery, my mind was obsessed with football and what my future could look like. How everything for me could be changing soon. Tanner thought I was depressed, but I wasn’t. I was consumed. If I’m being completely truthful, there was a part of me that was consumed by Indie, too. I’ve never let anyone get inside my head so much. When I thought she was manipulating me, I flipped.
But having her here now, like this, naked and having no anxiety over getting caught, no request for space…it’s nice. She feels like the first real breath of life I’ve inhaled since I started playing football so many years ago.
