Grimacing, I meet her eyes. “Is this what you want, Camila?”
She shakes her head. “Do I really mean so little to you?”
Her lips entangle with mine again. I want so f*****g badly to give into the temptation. To reciprocate,to do what I’ve always done when she looks at me like this: ravage her until the heat of our passionconsumes us both.
But I resist. With all of me.
Well, almost all of me. But when Cami’s hip grazes against my hard c**k, she notices.
“See?” she says, her hand brushing against the bulge in my pants. “Your body gives you away.”
“Your body gave you away, too,” I snarl. “I was just too blind to see it.”
She frowns. “What do you mean?” She releases me and steps back as the air fills with tension, theheat of the secret between us.
We’ve arrived at it—the final moment.
