“Quit looking at me,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed.
She whipped her gaze back to the road. “How do you know I’m looking at you?” she asked warily.
“I can feel your eyes. No matter how sneaky you think you are, Chloe Dawson, I always know when you’re looking at me. Thinking about me.” His voice drifted off and she glanced at him again, noted the amused smile curling his sensuous lips. “Like right now.”
“Ha.” She returned her gaze to the road, flicked her blinker on and turned right. Drunk, pissed off, yet amusing Cameron was making her uneasy. Especially when he reached over and settled his hand on her bare knee. She wore her favorite denim skirt, never thinking how easily he could slip his hand beneath it and…touch her.
Okay, she lied. She’d put on the outfit earlier with the intention of giving Cam easy access. She was tired of denying herself. All summer they’d been driving each other crazy and she was ready. Damn the consequences. If last night was an indicator before they were so crazily interrupted, then today had the potential for her first time with Cam. As in, getting naked with Cam. Feeling his hands on her, his body moving over hers.
Well. Now that he was drunk, that sort of ruined her plan…
“Hmm, you have pretty knees.” He slid his hand up, beneath the hem of her skirt, his fingers tickling the inside of her thigh. “You work out, Chloe?”
He was being ridiculous. And distracting. “The biggest workout I’ve had this summer is when I almost flew my car into the lake.”
Cam chuckled, removed his hand from her leg. “I’d show you a major workout if you’d let me,” he murmured, eyes still closed, voice full of arrogance.
And promise. So much promise…
She clenched her thighs together, pressed the gas a little harder, anxious to get home. Not that anything was about to happen, considering he was snoring softly when she pulled into the drive. Had to practically smack him upside the head to wake him so she could help him stagger into the house, where he collapsed on her couch, asleep before his head hit the throw pillow.
Glaring at the big man who sprawled across her couch in a drunken heap, she shook her head and grabbed her cell, calling Jane to let her know Cam was with her and he was fine.
“Did he yell at you?” Jane asked after Chloe finished reassuring her.
“Of course not.” He’d been too drunk to yell. And he wasn’t an angry drunk, either.
Jane sighed. “I hope he apologizes to Mac. He punched him good.”
“How bad is it?” They’d fought over her. Jane didn’t need to confirm it, Chloe felt it in her gut.
“Swollen and bruised. He’s lucky Cam only glanced his fist across his jaw. It could’ve been worse.”
“I’ll talk to him when he wakes up, which probably won’t be until morning.” She paused, heard his nonstop snoring, and wondered how a man could be so loud when he slept.
“You don’t mind him staying there with you?”
“He’s on my couch. It’s no big deal.”
“If you say so. Tell him to call me tomorrow.”
“I will. See ya.” Chloe hung up, tossed the phone on her kitchen counter, and turned to contemplate Cam once more.
What was she going to do with him? Let him sleep there all night? He looked terribly uncomfortable, his too long legs dangling off the end of the couch, his body spread out so if he made one wrong move, he’d be on the floor.
Probably would serve him right, what with all the alcohol he must’ve consumed.
But lying there in his sleep, he also looked…vulnerable. It was a softer side of Cam, one she hadn’t seen much, if ever. Had a feeling the first time she saw him like this was last night.
He’d stolen her heart completely with his admission. And fired her body up until it was begging for more before they were so rudely interrupted.
Deciding she couldn’t stand around for the rest of the day watching him, she went to her room, changed into her shorts and running shoes, and decided to take a walk down by the lake.
Unfortunately alone.
…
Cam woke with a start, the room dark, the shadows different from the ones he was used to in his room at Patrick’s house, and the scent that lingered in the air reminded him of…