Page 64 of Teach Me
“Of course.” I flipped the book open to the title page and paused.
The ability of the human mind to pick out particular aberrations, even in a crowd, would never cease to amaze me. Because when I glanced up, seeking the source of the peculiarprickle of awareness that had moved over the back of my neck, Cameron stood just inside the doorway of the shop.
My heart hitched at the sight of him. He wore jeans that skimmed his lean legs and a black shirt that hugged his wide shoulders and emphasized his biceps, eyes dancing beneath that wild tousle of blond. A copy of my book was clutched in his hand.
Our gazes met across the distance, and he winked, flashing me a broad grin. It took everything in my power not to lunge over the table and attack him, though I supposed that wouldn’t be professional in any capacity. So I held myself in check, chuckling as I shook my head that he’d caught me so off guard.
“Dr. Lusk?” Beatrice’s voice snapped me back to the task at hand.
“My apologies.” I picked up the Sharpie again and signed the book quickly, then wished her well.
I kept track of Cameron as the line moved, watching as he chatted with people around him, that easy smile of his lighting up his face. Every time our eyes met, a frisson of electricity moved through me.
And then, finally, he was in front of me.
“Dr. Lusk,” he greeted me with a playful smirk, that same twinkle in his eye as he handed me his copy of my book. “I’m a huge fan.” His tone was teasing, but the warmth in his eyes was genuine.
“Is that so?” As I took the book, my fingers brushed against his, and the contact sent a familiar rush of heat straight to my core, stirring up the undercurrent of desire I perpetually felt around him.
“Mm-hmm,” he drawled. “I’ve already got another copy at home, but it’s extra special. I’ve read it three times already.”
I laughed as I opened the book to the title page. “You’re exaggerating.”
“On my honor.” Cameron held his hand over his heart solemnly. “What can I say? It’s a real page-turner, and I really appreciate an intelligent man. I mean, book.”
Our flirtatious banter came as easily as a familiar dance. God, I couldn’t wait to finally be alone with him so I wouldn’t have to deny myself the temptation to touch him. “I see.” I could hardly focus on the title page for the warmth creeping up the back of my neck. “To whom shall I make this out?” I managed, looking back up at him with a grin.
“To your biggest fan, of course.” He dropped his voice lower, leaning in a bit. “And the one who’s looking forward to being turned inside out by you in about an hour.” He straightened and affected nonchalance. “Or just to Cam. That works.”
Chuckling, I decided to indulge him and wrote, “To Cameron, my number one fan and the one I’m looking forward to turning inside out in about an hour.” I signed my name with a cheeky flourish and handed the book back to him. “So, I’ll see you in an hour, then?”
“You sure will.”
An hourand fifteen minutes later—because getting away from the book signing had proved harder than I’d expected—I was standing outside the door of the hotel room Cam had texted me the details for. The same prickle of anticipation I’d felt at the bookstore was back, amplified tenfold. My heart beat wildly as I knocked on the door.
Barely a beat later, it creaked open. A pair of black sweats that hung low on Cameron’s hips teased me with a mouthwatering view of his V-line.
“I’m sorry, it took me longer than—” I started, eyes roving him head to toe hungrily. I didn’t get to finish the sentence before Cameron yanked me inside and we crashed into each other.
My lips found his, and I drank in his kiss like it was water after a long drought. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, before disengaging long enough to slam the door behind me.
He tasted like coffee and comfort, and I rumbled a low groan as he pulled my shirt free of my slacks. “God, I missed you,” he murmured against my mouth.
We shed articles of clothing haphazardly before I pushed him onto the bed, hell-bent on expressing the very same sentiment as I worshipped his naked body with my mouth and hands.
“Grady.” It sounded like a plea, each syllable driving my arousal higher and making my heart beat twice as fast. I’d been longing to hear him say my name just like that for months, without a phone screen between us.
I blazed fervent kisses across the jaw, relishing the bite of his stubble against my skin. When I bit down lightly at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, he shuddered beneath me, hands gripping my shoulders tighter.
“Say it again.” A soft command I pressed into his skin.
“Grady,” he moaned, hands moving to tangle in my hair and pull me against him.
I lost track of time and the world around us, the positions we moved through, the ways our bodies intertwined, him astride me, riding my cock, my fingers digging into his waist, below me, back arched in open-mouthed ecstasy, then inside me, his hand splayed over my chest as he thrust into me over and over until we both shattered.
Afterward, we lay with our fingers laced as cool air from the window unit blew over our feverish bodies.
“I missed you, too,” I said softly once I finally caught my breath. “More than you can imagine, in case that didn’t come across when I attacked you.”