Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
A chance I’ve been waiting for.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Benson
Well, I just threw my cards out there.
With her hand in mine, I drive toward Bells Bend Park, and my heart is knocking against my ribs as if it’s trying to get out of my chest. As if it wants her to know the truth—that I’m all in for her. Without a response from her to my comment, though, I don’t think I can tell her how I feel. How this life of mine is nothing if I don’t have her many texts, her grins, and her kisses in it. How I want nothing more than to drop to my knees in front of her to worship her forever. How my love for her has never faltered. My heart is hers. But I can’t say that.
Not when I don’t know if her heart is mine.
Which completely contradicts what I said about us communicating.
It’s frustrating because I’m a confident dude. But with her, fear is a real thing.
But then I’m reminded of what Dawson said, that she hasn’t dated anyone in the last three years. “I heard something about you.”
I feel her gaze on my profile. “Probably a lie, but please end my misery about the current gossip and tell me.”
I grin. “I was told that you haven’t dated anyone in three years.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as she shifts in her seat. She can’t go far with the pizza boxes in her lap, but I can tell she’s uncomfortable. “I haven’t.”
“Why not?”
“Didn’t want to.”
“You mean to tell me no one has caught your eye at all? ’Cause I know for a fact that you catch the attention of everyone.”
In my periphery, I see her lips curve. “Maybe so, but no one was worth my time.”
My heart thumps at that. “You make time for me.”
“Because you’re worth it.” My grin widens as I take the back way into the park, where I know no one ever goes. There is no light back here, but with the full moon, it’s not as pitch black as it usually is. “But you’ve dated?”
I back my car into a spot. “I haven’t dated seriously, but I’ve hooked up.”
“You do have needs.”
I snort at that, and I almost tell her that no one has ever made me come the way she can, but I hold that back. “Not sure you know this, but the girl I wanted wouldn’t speak to me.”
I catch her watching me as I throw the car into park. “She may have hit her head on the beam a time too many.”
“Probably,” I agree, and she laughs as I take the boxes from her. “Can you grab the blanket from the back?”
She nods as she grabs it, and I get out, walking around to open her door. She takes my hand, and I pull her out. I wait as she lays out the blanket and then sits down. I join her, setting the boxes and bags in front of us. Before I open the box, though, I take her by her knees and pull her into my lap. She laughs as her legs wrap around my waist and her ass settles hard on my thighs. Right where I want her.
“I told you I wanted you in my lap.”
“This could make it hard to eat.”
I shake my head. “I’ve spent years not touching you, Cameron. And you, my beauty, are a busy girl. So, when we’re together, I’m not wasting a single second without my hands on you.”
Her cheeks fill with color, and I lean in, pressing my lips to her nose. Her eyes drift shut, and I hug her close to me. She wraps her arms around my neck and then takes my lips with hers. My eyes fall shut as I lean into the kiss, loving how thick her lips are, how soft and inviting they are. She opens her mouth for me, and I dive in, needing to deepen this kiss. Needing to devour her.
Her fingers bite into the back of my neck, and I tighten my arms around her as our kisses become more frantic. It’s as if we’re making up for all the time we didn’t kiss, and I’m not complaining one bit. She strokes her hands over my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine. Her fingers dance along the hem of my shirt, and when she pulls back, she lifts my shirt up and off. The cool air cuts into my skin, but I’m so hot for her, nothing can stop this now.
I reach for her shirt, and when I pull it up, I see she’s not wearing a bra. Hunger burns in my chest as I cup her small breasts, her gorgeous pink nipples hard and crying for me to taste them. I take one nipple between my teeth before I draw her whole breast in my mouth. She arches back, crying out, and everything inside me burns for this girl. I shift my mouth to her other breast, sucking it and tasting her heated skin under my tongue.