He laughs, the sound sending tingles down my spine. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who dropped to your knees for me the moment I stepped into the shower. I was just trying to get clean for the event.”
My cheeks flush because he’s right. I couldn’t help myself. He’d fucked me until my legs were numb at the gallery, but seeing the soap, knowing what it meant, I needed him all over again.
I worry that I’ll always feel like this, no matter what happens between us. Camden Hunter is a force of nature, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.
“Not going to say anything to that?” he continues, his tongue caressing the base of my neck.
“Can you blame me? It was sexy to know even when you were gone, you were thinking of me.”
“Thoughts of you have plagued my mind for far too long. I’m always thinking of you. I’ve got the soap at my place in Sutten, too. And the lotion,” he adds.
The limo slows. I try to look out the window, but it’s far too tinted to see anything. I can make out headlights behind us, almost like we’re in a line of waiting cars.
“I’d much prefer to ditch them,” Camden continues, his fingers finding my chin. He guides my face to look at his. “And just have you with me at all times instead.”
My heart pounds in my chest from the mix of not only his words but the intense way he looks at me. “You have to take me on at least four more dates before you ask me to spend every night with you.”
“I need to know you’re mine. Just mine.” His words come out hurried, like he didn’t even have time to second-guess them before they left his lips.
My back straightens, my fingers tightening on the lapels of his black tux. “That sounded like a demand and not a question.”
He smiles, his thumb brushing over my lip. “It’s a demand but also a plea. You’re already my everything, shortcake. Now I just need to know you’re all mine. Please.”
If I didn’t already know I was falling for him, I’d be positive by the sheer vulnerability in his tone. In the way his eyes roam my face, trying to get a read on my reaction. In fact, this might be the time I realize I’m past falling for him. I’ve fallen.
“Words,” Camden croaks. “I need words to know where your head’s at.”
I’m too busy thinking if I should blurt that I’ve fallen in love with him. It’s at the tip of my tongue, desperate to be put out in the open. But I’m too terrified that my feelings have developed too fast and they’ll scare him away. That his gran was wrong when she told me he was in love with me. So I keep them locked inside, instead fusing my lips to his to distract myself.
He greedily kisses me back for a moment before he pulls away. His fingers stay locked on my cheeks as his icy-blue gaze stares at me deeply. “I’m yours. All yours. Are you mine?”
“Yes,” I immediately answer, glancing at his lips.
“Really?” His voice is laced with vulnerability and excitement, doing something to my heart.
I nuzzle my nose against his. “Is that even a question? You’re rich, give phenomenal orgasms, and are a softie underneath that grumpy facade. Of course I’m yours.”
“I can’t wait to introduce you on the red carpet as mine.”
My head rears back. “Red carpet?”
His lips twitch as a smile plays on his lips. “Yes. This gala is huge. There will be celebrities and people of power from various industries in attendance tonight. And every single one of them will know you’re mine.”
I look down at the dress Emma and Margo helped me pick out. The blush-pink color was one that I couldn’t say no to. When Emma convinced me to try it on, I knew immediately it was the one. The corset top hugged my body perfectly, accentuating my breasts and the narrow of my waist. At the waist, it pleats before the silk fabric falls all the way to my feet. It’s sexy but in a classy way, with a slit that runs up my leg and off-the-shoulder sleeves.
I’ve never felt so beautiful as I did when I stepped out of the room I got ready in and found Camden staring right at me. His shoulders had stilled, as if I’d actually taken his breath away with the formfitting dress and the pristine curls that fell down my back.
Now I’m second-guessing everything, knowing we’ll have to walk a red carpet.
“Will there be cameras?” I ask anxiously, gripping him tighter when the car comes to a stop.
“Yes. A lot of them. But I’ll be with you the entire time.”