“Fuck, Hailee, I can’t…” he mumbled against my mouth, our kisses growing messy; all teeth and tongue and hot desperation as we both raced toward the edge.
It started like a gentle wave rolling to shore and then crashed over me like a powerful tsunami knocking me over, leaving me boneless and breathless as I clenched around him.
“Shit,” Cameron groaned, burying his face in my neck, sucking the skin there in a way I knew would leave a bruise, as he jerked inside me.
“That was…” his voice was muffled as we both rode the lingering waves of pleasure.
But no words seemed to do justice to what I felt. Being with Cameron had been amazing. It had felt right. Like a cleansing of the past. But most of all, it had changed everything.
And I wasn’t sure I could ever go back.
“Are you okay?” Cameron asked me as we lay side by side sometime later, the sounds of our ragged breaths finally returning to normal.
“I will be,” I said, pulling the sheet up my body. “Flick is going to kill me though.”
He rolled onto his side, his eyes on me. “Nah, she won’t. We can buy her new sheets.”
I smothered a laugh. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“Believe it, Sunshine.” Cameron leaned over, pressing a kiss to the end of my nose. “And that’s only the beginning.”
Beginning?
Surely, he didn’t mean…
“Don’t look so worried.”
“But what about Jason?” I peeked up at him.
“What about him?” Cameron sounded cool, but I noticed the slight tic in his jaw when I mentioned my step-brother’s name.
“For all we know, he was the one who put Thatcher up to this—”
“He’s a douche, Hailee, I know that. But he’s still your step-brother, he would never do that. Besides, him and Thatcher working together, I don’t buy it…” Cameron trailed off and I frowned.
“Cameron, what is it?” His eyes had clouded with something.
“Do you regret it?” He brushed my jaw, leaning in to steal a kiss.
“Regret what?”
“This… us.” Vulnerability flashed in his stormy gaze, making my chest constrict.
“No, I don’t.” I didn’t regret a single thing that had happened between us this year because it all led to this point. Lying here in his arms, feeling safe and cherished. “Why?” I asked. “Do you regret it?”
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “The only thing I regret is not doing it sooner.”
I swatted his chest, but Cameron caught my wrist, pulling me onto my side.
“I guess Flick was right all along.”
“And what exactly did Fee say?” His brow rose playfully.
“She seemed to think that all this, the pranks and stuff, was some kind of weird foreplay.”
“I guess you could say it was.”
“Cameron, come on…”