Page 59 of Hard Rock Sin

"I know. I'm sorry. I thought if I stayed away from you, I could make myself forget about you. I thought if I spent all my time at the studio, if I spent my time partying and drinking, I could forget how much I missed you." He leaned back and looked up to meet my eyes. "I thought I could forget how much I want you. But I can't."

My heart leaped into my throat at the confession.

"I want you so fucking much, Lily." His voice was rough, his eyes dark and piercing.

I swallowed hard. That was what I'd been hoping to hear for weeks. For months.

"I want you, too," I said softly.

He cupped my cheeks with both hands and pulled me down. I sat on the bed. Our legs pressed together. The firm muscles of his thighs sent my stomach quivering.

"I really am sorry you had to see that," he said. "I promise you, I honestly did think she just wanted to talk."

"I told you, it's fine. I believe you."

"I haven't been with anyone since you moved in," he said. "I mean, I could have. There were lots of women who…" He shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. "But I just couldn't stop thinking about you. Wanting you."

My heart gave a little flutter. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against him.

"Good. Because I don't know if I can take seeing you with another woman like that again."

Cameron looked pained for a minute, before his expression turned fervent. Both blue eyes pinned me down.

"And I can't stand the thought of some other guy touching you."

Elation welled up in my chest. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him everything I was feeling inside.

He brushed his thumb against my bottom lip, preventing me from speaking. Preventing me from breathing. That slightest touch sent my head spinning. The room swirled around me as I went lightheaded.

"I know how fucking wrong this is," he said hoarsely. "I know things will go to shit if I let this happen."

He brought his mouth close to mine, until our lips were a mere hairsbreadth apart.

"But I don't care anymore," he murmured. "I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay. With me."

He touched his lips to mine, soft and sweet. Just like our first kiss. Almost tentative, hesitant. It was the lightest touches, barely more than a brief brush of lips.

Cameron pulled back an inch. I whimpered at the loss. That smallest of space between us felt like a gaping void.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

I inhaled a shaky breath. The scent of him was warm and masculine, with a hint of something fresh, like a sunny, summer day. It made my head swim. I lost the ability to use words. I nodded instead.

He cracked a smile. "I want to hear you say it."

"Kiss me," I demanded breathlessly.

His lips returned to mine, firmer this time. He wound his fingers through my hair and tugged me closer. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of my upper lip. A throbbing arousal centered between my legs.

He delved his tongue into my mouth, exploring and searching, taking my breath away. I kissed him back with abandon. The heat inside me rose with every touch of his tongue against mine. That warmth spread from my mouth, to my chest, to my belly, and lower.

His hands went to my hips to steady me, his fingertips exploring the exposed bare skin between my shirt and my skirt.

Shivers coursed through my body. My breath came in short bursts, gasping into his mouth. The sounds of the party raging outside my bedroom door were long forgotten. I was unable to care about anything except this man's lips, this man's touch.

I wanted more.