“Do you like this area?” Cam asks as she looks at me. The skirt she’s wearing has hiked up since she’s in a sitting position, and I’m getting a tantalizing view of her silky thigh. My hand itches to reach out, to feel all of her lush skin, to glide my fingers up her firm legs until I’m slowly teasing them to part, feeling the inside of her legs quiver while I make my way to her center. I bet she’d burn me alive with passion.
“Yeah,” I groan before clearing my throat. “My office is only a few minutes away. Depending on the prices and what’s for sale. I know I want to be on the water, not the beach, but on the Intracoastal, where I can have my own boat dock,” I tell her. Her eyes light up as if she’s envisioning it right now.
“I would love to help you, that is if you need my help,” Cam offers.
“Maybe you can help me set up a few showings?” I ask.
“Absolutely. Just let me know what you’re looking for and the price range. We can do that when we get back to the hotel if you’d like?” she responds.
“Yeah, I’d like that a lot. Are there any other places around here that you know of?” I know we’re still in Beaumont. It’s a decent-sized town, but the population is small, even with the tourists that travel here.
“There’s a town close by, but it doesn’t have the small-town feel, and if you think it’s touristy here, it’s way worse. It has more of a New Orleans feel.” Her body does a full-length shiver.
“Nah, I want to be able to have some kind of peace and quiet. What do you say we go grab a bite to eat? Tomorrow you can take me out and show me the beaches.” Fuck do I want to see her in more relaxed outfits, showing off more of that smooth skin she had on display on our day at the beach. I shoot her a wink before I turn my eyes back to the road, even when all I want to do is continue looking at her. The way she wiggles in her seat makes me wonder if she’s wet and trying to find a way to take care of the ache I surely want to create.
“There’s a restaurant close by. It’s a hole in the wall, super laid back, but they have the best shrimp ever.” Cam’s eyes light up. Could this girl get any better?
“You let me know the way, and we’ll go,” I tell her. This time I can’t help but grab her hand that’s on the center console between us. I surround my hand with hers, her softness to my rough and calloused hand.
Cam goes to take her hand away from mine, but I hold it tighter. “Easton, I don’t think we should be doing this.”
“I’m not going to do anything that could hurt you, Cameron,” I tell her with sincerity, and she allows me to hold her hand for the rest of the car ride. Even when we get out and I help her from the truck, Cam’s hand finds mine.
She wasn’t kidding when she said it was a hole in the wall restaurant, but it’s on the waterway. Oyster shells litter the water beneath the deck.
“They have the best shrimp and grits you could ever eat. Sadly, I don’t get to eat here very often.” Her eyes are looking at the menu, completely glazed about what she’s going to order. It guts me to know she doesn’t get this luxury like so many others do.
“How about we order a few things and share them?” I offer.
“I can pay half. I promise,” Cam rambles out.
“I’m not worried about that. I want to see what all this place has to eat, and I can’t do that all by myself.” She probably knows what I’m doing, but if this is a way to be able to indulge her without getting her sass thrown my way, I’ll do it.
“As long as you’re sure, Easton.” The way she says my name has me running my hands down my face, trying to suppress a groan.
“I’m positive, baby.” The way her face blushes with my calling her baby, I know this girl is going to be mine for all time.
We do as I suggest, ordering several entrees, and we both pig out on our food, feeding one another in between.
“I’m so full,” Cam says once we’re back in my truck.
“Good, I’m glad.” I look over at her, she’s rubbing her belly, and all I can do is laugh. It’s like she’s rubbing a food baby belly. That alone has me coming up with thoughts in my head of what she’d look like pregnant with our child.
“When I can’t fit into my pants tomorrow, you won’t be glad,” she jokes. Without missing a beat, I lift her up and over my center console. This may be going at a fast pace for her, but I’ll be damned if she talks about herself in a way like that.