“Yes,” I pant because holy shit, that please might’ve been the sexiest word that’s ever come from his mouth.
He doesn’t warm me up or tease me. He seals his mouth to my tender flesh, his tongue flicking against my clit immediately. He must not be satisfied with my position because he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, allowing him to bury his face deeper between my thighs.
One of my hands finds his defined shoulder, feeling his sculpted muscles even below his fancy jacket and shirt. The other tangles through his hair, gripping it so tight, making sure he doesn’t come up for air until I’ve come against his tongue.
He moans as I pin him to me, which in return has me moaning along with him. It’s how much he gets off on getting me off. It doesn’t take long at all for him to make good on his word. I don’t know if he ever comes up for a breath before I’m moaning his name up to the night sky, my fingers fisting his hair as I grind against his mouth.
My moans are amplified by the two brick buildings on either side of us. They echo off them, making my moans of pleasure seem way louder than they are.
Camden doesn’t move his mouth until he’s made sure I’ve gotten everything possible out of the orgasm. He pulls away, his mouth wet with me. It’s even hotter when his lips, coated in my arousal, spread into a grin.
“You’re so fucking sexy, shortcake,” he muses, picking up my panties and tucking them into his pocket. He’d tossed them onto the ground—there was no way I was going to put them back on. I make a mental note to make sure I get them back from him. They’re one of my nicest pairs.
I brace myself on his shoulders as he fixes my dress before he stands to his full height. I just came, but I want more of him. More of that, but not with the adrenaline of getting caught.
“Take me home,” I whisper, biting my lip playfully. He tugs my lips from between my teeth, replacing them with his lips.
“Gladly.” He kisses me, slowly and deliberately. His hands find my hips. I’m about to remind him we need to hurry when a bright light illuminates both of us.
“Kids!” someone barks. “This is not the place to fool around. Get on with it.”
I squint, holding my hand up to try and see past the light shining in my face. The figure comes into view right as I step away from Camden.
“Pippa?” a voice asks in shock. “Is that you?”
I groan, plastering a fake smile on my face. “Hi, Sheriff Phillips.”
He frowns underneath his handlebar mustache. “What are you doing?” His words are careful but accusing as he looks between Camden and me.
Shit. Between Rosemary, the little show at Pop’s, Chase, and being caught by Sheriff Phillips, I’m bound to be the talk of the town tomorrow.
Great.
“I had, uh—” I look around to try and think of a good enough excuse to give the man whose wife used to teach my bible school. “A splinter,” I rush out to say, closing my eyes the moment the words leave my mouth because they’re not believable in the slightest.
“A splinter?” He narrows his already small eyes on me.
I risk an anxious glance in Camden’s direction, finding an eyebrow raised as he looks at me.
“Yep,” I say, committing to this story because I don’t have any other choice.
“In your mouth?”
“A terrible accident,” Camden offers before trying to hide a laugh with a cough.
Sheriff Phillips doesn’t seem to believe me. I try to give him an innocent smile as he looks between the two of us.
“I heard moans. I thought someone was injured.”
I close my eyes, trying to fight the smile wanting to bloom on my face. This shouldn’t be funny at all, but I’ve always laughed in uncomfortable situations—something I got from my mom—and right now, I can’t help myself.
“All good. Just a deep splinter,” I answer, my voice tight because I’m trying so damn hard not to laugh. There’s no way I can tell this man that instead of Camden helping me with a splinter, he was eating me out and no one was injured. The orgasm was just that good.
Sheriff Phillips doesn’t seem to believe me, but he doesn’t say anything. He just holds his flashlight between Camden and me and takes a step back.
“Well, fix your splinter in the privacy of your own home,” he scolds.
“Yes, sir,” I answer, my cheeks hurting from trying to fight the smile.
He turns around and walks away. I’m able to hold the laugh in for two more seconds before it bubbles from deep inside my chest.