Page 76 of Hot Damn
“Are you excited?”
“About the game?” The subject change is unexpected. I thought we’d continue talking about my past. “Um, yeah, I guess. Maybe more anticipating.”
“Think you can keep the stre?—”
“Don’t say it!” I lunge forward and press a hand over her mouth.
“What?” Her eyes are wide and her voice muffled against my palm but I can hear her clearly enough.
“Don’t jinx us by asking that out loud. Actually, don’t even think about it.” I lower my hand and settle in beside her.
“Oooo…kay, sure.” She eyes me sideways as she takes a bite of her toast. “Thanks for this.”
“You always talk with your mouth full?” My question conjures images of Cami’s mouth filled with something else and I have to suck in a breath; the visceral reaction my body has to my imagination has my heart racing and my groin pulsing. I’m glad I’d already taken a seat on the floor so I can lift the leg closest to her to hide the tent rising in my shorts.
I watch her swallow her bite and wonder when my libido decided to come back onboard after years of being dormant.
I’ve gone without sex for years and not once has it been a problem. A few weeks ago, when I first laid eyes on Cami Nelson it never entered my mind that it might become one.
“Sorry. I’m not usually this much of a slob but now that you’ve put this in front of me, I’m starving.”
“I can make you something else. Eggs?” It would be good to get out of the room. Take a breath of air not laced with the scent of Cami. But she’s shaking her head, dashing my hopes of escaping and getting my dick under control in private.
“This is enough.”
She finishes the first piece and starts on the second and I can’t seem to pull my gaze off her. It’s not until she’s almost done with that slice that she speaks again.
“You’re staring.”
“Sorry, sorry.” I force my gaze up to meet hers. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“You’re not. Just wondered if you knew you were watching me eat and if maybe that means you’re hungry too.”
“No. I’m not hungry.” My gaze drops to her mouth again.
At least I’m not hungry for food.
And being hungry for Cami Nelson is something I’m not sure I’m ready for.
Cami
Beckett hasn’t let me go home since he pulled into his garage last night. Nat turned up with some clothes and toiletries from my apartment first thing this morning and when I raised an eyebrow at her she gave me a look I didn’t want to argue with.
It wasn’t until a few hours later, when Detectives Clark and Anders came knocking, that I understood my best friend’s gruff delivery.
Someone broke into my apartment during the night.
And it wasn’t Kenneth Dupre because he was being entertained by the Baton Rouge Police Department at the time it happened.
Although he did give the police an idea of who might be behind the break-in just by telling them who paid him to get the scoop on Whitney Higgison.
Herman Draper.
I can’t believe he’s still hanging around after all these weeks. Surely some other celebrity has done something scandalous he could be digging up dirt on.
“Hey.”
Glancing away from my stare-down with the squirrel makingitself a home in the big tree outside Beckett’s family room window, I find the man holding me hostage.
