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The moment the hotel room door closed behind us, Cam and I collided. Our clothes ended up in a pile on the floor, our bags tossed aside without a care for their contents. The only thing on my mind was touching and tasting every inch of the man in front of me.

There was more on his mind than the loss tonight.

After growing up with my mother, I’d inherited an extra sense, able to tell when people were on edge or if they were trying to hide their pain.

With my mother, it always told me when to steer clear or if it was the right time to question her.

By the time I was a teenager, I no longer cared about what was bothering her, knowing it was some slight she’d blown out of proportion.

It was different with Cam. I wanted to bear the weight of his secrets, wanted to be a pillar for him to pull strength from. I wanted to shower him with love so he never had to question his worth in my eyes.

Cam reached around my back, unclasping the lace material of my bra.

It slid along my arms and joined the rest of my clothes on the floor.

Cam pulled back, running the back of his fingers over every inch of my exposed skin.

“You’re fucking stunning, Hadley. If I went blind right now, I’d be a lucky man with you as my last sight. ”

I shook my head, my cheeks heating with his words. “You probably say that to all the girls.” A dumb joke, but a tiny kernel of truth lurked in it.

Cam’s hand reached up, pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“There is no one else, Hadley. No other girls. From the time I wake up to the moment I close my eyes, you are the only fucking girl I see.” It was hard not to squirm under the weight of his stare, but he held me tight. “Tell me you understand, Hadley.”

I swallowed, searching his eyes. The intensity lurking in them made my knees buckle. No one ever looked at me like Cam, as if I was the only person in the world who mattered. It was the same way he looked at Emilia, like his world would fall off its axis without us at his side.

As much as I loved it, it also brought a flurry of nerves to the surface, worried I was undeserving of such a gift. But Cam didn’t give me a chance to question him, not when he backed me up against the bed until my knees folded. As my ass hit the comforter, he brushed his thumb over my lower lip.

“I’ve been dreaming about fucking this devilish little mouth for so long, menace.” Another stroke of his finger. “Will you let me?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Despite everything we’d already done, Cam had never let me taste him—too busy getting me off to let me return the favor.

He palmed his hardening cock through the thin material of his boxers, and my mouth watered at the sight, already craving the exquisite ache.

I reached up as I slid off the bed, dragging the fabric down his muscular thighs.

I kissed the bare skin, savoring the way his skin pulsed under my touch.

“Fuck, Hadley. You’re driving me insane, baby, and you’ve barely touched me.”

The first few swipes of my tongue were tentative, testing to find where he was most sensitive.

But soon, my lust took over, and I couldn’t help but suck him into my mouth, my tongue tracing the thick veins on his shaft.

His hands remained clenched at his sides, trying desperately to hold back.

That wouldn’t do. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deeply into the back of my throat.

His knees wobbled, and he leaned forward, a string of curses flying from his mouth. “Jesus, baby. You’re fucking gorgeous with my cock filling your mouth.” His thumb traced my cheek as I continued to work him. “You like that? Knowing you’re ruining me every time we’re together?”

I moaned, loving how this man came apart at the seams for me. He might have the world’s attention on the field, but I held his all the time. It was the most intoxicating sort of power, the kind that made you want to fly out of your skin and never come back down.

“Can’t hold back anymore,” Cam muttered through gritted teeth.

“Gonna get a little rougher with you, baby. But you can handle it, can’t you?

” Another groan left my throat, vibrating around him.

Spit filled my mouth, and my jaw already pulsed from trying to take him, but nothing on Earth would have made me stop.

Cam’s hand tangled in my hair, adjusting me to take him deeper.

His first thrusts were gentle, testing my limits, but when my nails dug into his muscles, he quickened and hit the back of my throat.

It constricted around him, and he tried to pull back, but I refused to let him, wanting more of that power.

His eyes widened as he stared down at me in awe. “Damn it, Hadley. You feel too damn good. I’m never gonna last like this.” His head fell back, and the tendons in his neck pulsed. “Touch yourself, baby. I need you to make yourself come until I can take care of your aching pussy.”

As he directed my mouth, one of my hands snaked in between my legs, circling my already swollen clit.

The first couple of slips already made my head spin.

I was so fucking turned on by the look in Cam’s eyes, it wouldn’t take long for me to fall apart.

Just as I found my rhythm, Cam suddenly stopped, pulling out of my mouth.

My eyes widened as I stared up at him. “Why the hell did you stop?”

“Because if I didn’t, I was going to come down your throat, and we can’t have that.”

“Why not?”

Cam smirked as he reached down and brushed away the spit from the side of my mouth. “Because I’ve been craving you for days, baby. I’m not wasting another minute without filling you. Been dreaming about your pussy ever since that phone call, and I need it strangling my cock when I come.”

My cheeks flushed, and I climbed up on the bed before Cam crawled over me, lining up with my entrance.

His lips dusted my chest and my neck he took my hands, licking my desire from my fingers.

After they were clean, he kissed each pad of my fingertips.

He held me close as he entered me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Each thrust was reverent, as if he was paying penance instead of fucking me.

His hands travelled along my sides, keeping me close despite his movements .

As my release climbed up my spine, my eyes flashed open, searching Cam’s expression as I tensed around him.

“You feel that, Hadley?” he asked quietly, such a stark contrast to his usually filthy words.

“This is us, together. It’s not great, it’s not amazing.

It’s fucking life changing. You’re made for me, baby, every single inch of you, and I’m never letting you go. ”

Between his hushed promise and sacred movements, my heart cracked open. The last lines of my defense imploded, unable to stand up against his words. As my release crashed over me and Cam growled his own, I held him close, hoping he could sense the fundamental shift.

There was nothing left of my formerly jaded heart. He’d repaired it day by day, and if he listened close enough, he’d realize it only beat for him.