Page 21 of Worth the Wait (Worth It All #2)
“Every night,” he admits, his hands framing my face as he looks at me with an intensity that makes my knees weak. “Every single night for four years, I’ve wondered what would have happened if I’d been brave enough to fight for us.”
The admission breaks something open in my chest, something I’ve kept carefully locked away since the day he chose his family’s approval over what we had together.
But tonight isn’t about the past. Tonight is about choosing to trust him with my heart again, about believing that people can change and that some love stories deserve a second chapter.
We reach the top of the stairs, and I guide him toward my bedroom, my most private space, the room where I’ve spent countless nights alone, building my business and my walls in equal measure. Letting him in here feels like the ultimate act of faith.
As if he can sense my hesitation, Cameron pauses just inside the doorway. “We don’t have to?—”
“But I want to,” I say, pulling him inside and closing the door behind us. It clicks softly, the sound reverberating through my body as I realize there’s no turning back.
His mouth finds mine again, and this time, there’s nothing tentative about his touch. I can feel his arousal pressed against my stomach, sending sparks of anticipation through me.
He tugs me toward the bed, and I let him guide me onto the mattress, my body fitting against his like it was designed for this moment, for this man.
The feeling of his hands on me, the way he watches me with a hunger that’s always been there, makes me feel seen in a way I haven’t been in a long time.
Like he’s looking beyond my carefully constructed professional persona and seeing me—the parts of myself that I don’t share with anyone else.
When the dress is gone, leaving me in nothing but my underwear, Cameron leans back to take me in. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze following the line of my body from head to toe. “Every part of you is a work of art.”
His words send heat spiraling through me, making me feel wanted and desired in ways I’ve forgotten existed. I pull him back to me, needing his weight on top of me, his mouth against mine, the reassurance that he’s really here, that this is real.
My hands find the buttons of his shirt, tugging it off with an urgency that comes from knowing that we’ve waited too long to hold back now.
Skin against skin, his mouth finding my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, his hands sliding up my thighs until he can slip my underwear off, leaving me completely naked for him.
“I want to taste you,” he murmurs against my hip, his tongue tracing the curve of my waist and moving lower.
“Cam…” I whisper his name as he settles between my legs, his breath hot against my sex.
“I’ve thought about this,” he says, his tongue darting out to tease me, sending a wave of sensation through me. “Ever since you walked into that conference room and took charge. I’ve thought about kissing you, holding you, tasting you. And you, Lianne? What have you thought about?”
I whimper as his tongue finds my clit, licking and sucking and teasing me toward an orgasm that’s been building since the first moment I saw him in that boardroom.
“You,” I admit. “I’ve thought about you, Cam. About being with you, about what we used to be, about what we could be now.”
He moans against my clit as he sucks harder, sliding one finger inside me as I whimper and arch against him, desperate for the release that’s been hovering just out of reach.
“I’ve missed this,” he murmurs as he slides another finger inside me. “God, I’ve missed this, Lianne.”
And then he’s fucking me with his fingers and his mouth, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I come with a gasp, my fingers digging into the sheets, my body pulsing around his fingers as he holds me in place with one strong hand, his other hand pumping inside me with a rhythm that makes me dizzy with want.
When the orgasm fades, he moves back up the bed, his mouth finding mine again, his kiss deep and intense. I can taste myself on him, and it makes me shiver with desire, knowing that he’s hard and wanting because of me.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back and looking down at me, his expression somewhere between amazement and need before reaching for his pants. Retrieving a foil wrapper, he rips it open with his teeth before sliding it on quickly.
I feel him press against my entrance, the blunt head of his cock a promise of what’s to come.
“Please,” I whisper, and he pushes inside me slowly, filling me inch by inch until I’m full, completely filled by him.
“God, you feel so good,” he says, his forehead pressed against mine, his breathing ragged.
“So do you,” I manage, trying to ignore the emotional impact of having him inside me again, of feeling so close to someone I thought I’d never let myself trust again.
He starts to move, slow, deep strokes that make me moan and arch against him.
It feels so good, so right, that I want to lose myself in the moment and forget everything except the way he makes me feel.
But my mind won’t stop working, my body won’t stop responding, and I know that this is a turning point—that I’m crossing a line there’s no coming back from.
I cling to him as he moves faster, harder, the heat building between us until I’m gasping his name, begging him to make me come. He flips me on top of him, his hands gripping my hips as I ride him, my fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage.
“Cam… fuck.”
“Let go, baby. Let go for me.”
His voice is rough, urgent, and I don’t think I have a choice as the orgasm rolls through me like a wave, breaking over me in a rush of sensation that makes me cry out, undoing me with a thoroughness that’s both devastating and perfect.
He follows soon after, my name on his lips as he buries his face in my neck, his body shuddering against mine.
And then we’re lying there, both of us struggling to catch our breath, and I’m overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, by the way my body seems to fit perfectly against his like it’s been designed for this exact purpose.
“That was...” Cameron pauses, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you, Lianne. I don’t think I ever will.”
I’m not sure how to respond to that, how to put into words everything that’s happening between us. So I turn and look at him, really look at him, at the way his hair is messy, and his eyes are soft, at the way his hands are still skimming up and down my sides like he can’t stop touching me.
“I’ve missed you too,” I admit, the admission slipping out before I can second-guess it. “I’ve missed us.”
“Can we make this work? Can we find a way to make this work when we’ve both hurt each other so much?”
The question is a valid one, but I’m not ready to answer it yet. But I also don’t want him to leave.
“Stay with me tonight,” I whisper against his shoulder as Cameron presses a soft kiss to my temple.
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”
After a quick trip to the bathroom to discard the condom, he returns to bed and pulls me close.
and I rest my head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling me toward sleep.
And for the first time in a long time, I let myself dream of a future that includes him, a future that goes beyond business and professional success to something real and meaningful and lasting.
And maybe even worth the risk.