Reluctantly I took a step back and gestured for him to come in. It should've bothered me that this man had been watching me for months but it didn't. Not when I too had been watching him for months. Not when I had been craving his touch, and being angry with jealousy watching all the other women sink their claws into the man I wanted.
“This is such a quaint little house.” Cameron inquired as he took a look around the house. His eyes moved over every object in the room as if he was trying to see the story behind it.
“How did you…” I was going to ask him how he found out where I lived when I realized just how stupid of a question that was. He was my boss if anyone knew where I lived it was him.
He turned on his heels, his eyes meeting mine in a death stare. “I’m surprised myself that I came here. You see I was driving around the city, and all I could think about was you. The way your lips tasted, your smile, the soft blush that creeps onto your cheeks when you’re embarrassed, or the way your chest rises and falls with every breath you take.”
God, why did his words have to turn me on so much? I could feel the wetness between my thighs growing. It was then that I noticed the distraught look of his clothing. It looked as if he had tried to rip his shirt and tie away at the seams. The chocolate brown hair I loved of his so much was a mess, with strands sticking up in every direction. The man literally looked like he had some type of mental breakdown.
"I'm still not sure about all of this…" If he took another step towards me I wasn't sure I could say no. I couldn't withstand his touch or the way he made my body feel. I wanted him even if everything in me said that it was the wrong thing to do.
Cameron ran his fingers through his hair and I could tell it was an action that he had done so often. I was mesmerized by his movement and wished so much that it was my hands that were combing through his hair.
"You're, though… I know you're. You feel it deep in the pits of your stomach just like I do. I know you've watched me, craved me, wished it was your body I was touching instead of those other women.” Anger festered deep inside. I hated that he could read me like that, that he knew exactly what I would never have the balls to say out loud.
“We can’t do this.” I finally confessed. A distraught look formed on Cameron’s face and confusion settled into his features. It became a little bit clearer as to why he had come all the way out here to the north side of the city but I still had no idea what he had up his sleeve.
"I want you Sadie and I'm pretty sure I made it clear back in the office how much I wanted you. You own me. Don't ask me why, or how, but no matter what I do you're all I can think about. I've tried so fucking hard…" I could hear the pain in his words and it almost ripped me down the middle. Still, it didn't give either of us a right to be crossing lines we shouldn't be.
My stomach tightened in knots. I wanted Cameron here with me, but I also wanted to do the right thing and that wasn't sleeping with my boss.
“Cameron…” His name fell from my lips, but before I was able to finish the sentence he was on me. Like a man thirsty for love, like a man who had lost everything and gained it all back within a second.
His lips ravaged mine, and there was nothing that could hold him back from taking what was rightfully his, though, strangely enough, I didn't want him to stop. It was a complete conundrum. I wanted him to kiss me, to explore my body and take me places I had never felt or seen before but I also wanted to push him away and tell him that what was happening between us was wrong.
When his fingers slipped beneath my night shirt, I knew that I had lost the battle against my brain. That even if it was wrong for us to sleep together, that our bodies and hearts felt something different. That sometimes the best things in life occurred because of a wrong choice.
Chapter Four
I wouldn't ever lie and say I hadn't been with a lot of women, that I hadn't been a player or playboy in my time because of course that would be lying and I said I wouldn't do that but when it came to Sadie, I saw one thing and one thing only. Her. It was always her, and there was no way I was going to let her tell me no when I knew she wanted the same pleasure I wanted.
“Shit.” I cursed my fingers sliding along her smooth belly with ease. Every single movement I made was precise and her body melted into mine as if we were made for one another. My eyes drifted over her nightshirt and sleep pants. I could tell she was wasn’t wearing a bra, and would bet she probably didn’t have panties on either.
“I want you, even if this is wrong.” She panted against my mouth. Her mousy brown hair was in a tight bun on top of her head. I let my hand creep higher until I found one of her hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt.
“It’s not wrong. It’s perfectly right. Perfectly fucking right.” I purred into her ear moving us to the couch directly behind her. We tripped over a few things but managed to land safely against the leather sofa my fingers still plucking at her nipple underneath her shirt.