I started coming around from the best sleep I'd had since...I couldn't even remember when. It was that wonderfully heavy, dream-like feeling you get just before you become fully conscious. I turned my head slightly to the right, my nose softly assaulted by the feminine scent and sweetness of a certain auburn-haired curvy girl I hadn't been able to stop thinking about for months.

Cami.

I inhaled deeply, smelling that cocoa butter body wash she always used. Damn that shit smelled so good. I squeezed her tightly before rolling onto my back. I held back a smirk knowing she was still tucked up against me, her head resting lightly on my shoulder.

I froze when I felt a single fingertip trailing up my torso, over my pecs, and down my stomach. She was tracing my tattoos and I loved it. Her touch was so delicate and barely there, I nearly opened my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

Sometimes it was annoying being covered in so much ink. Especially when it caused people to judge me...or turn me down for jobs. Usually it was a nice conversation piece. It gave women an excuse to reach out and touch me. But with Cami, it was different.

She was so fascinated by them, commenting on them from the first day we met. She wasn't scared or put off by them. She just seemed genuinely interested. Unlike everyone else, she seemed to know they meant something.

"I like the tiger."

"What?" I asked, furrowing my brow as we sat in front of each other stretching. I had just been assigned a new client and I couldn't help but notice the way she stared at me.

Cami climbed toward me, kneeling in front me, taking me by surprise with her boldness. She pointed to the intricate design on my chest and smiled. "The tiger is my favorite." She paused to point at it, her finger hovering as though she was battling with herself not to touch me. "Right here on your..."

"My pec..." I supplied. I smoothed my hands over them and smiled widely. "These are your pectoral muscles."

Her gaze lingered a little longer before her eyes snapped back to mine. I could have sworn she was blushing. I liked it. There were far too many girls here so full of themselves, staring at themselves in the mirror more than they cared to work out. This girl seemed so eager to learn, anxious to make herself better.

But she had never touched them before.

I always caught her looking at them, studying the ink and then studying me as if she could look in my eyes and know why I got each one. I wanted her to know what each one meant. I wanted her to read them like a book and know my story.

Fuck, I wanted her to know everything. I was just too scared for her to find out all my secrets.

This girl was so different than the ones I had been with before. Since the day she moved in, I could see she was special. Her mind was always working overtime. So wrapped up in her insecurities, no doubt from that bastard ex-boyfriend of hers.

I didn't mean to push her so hard yesterday, but I needed her to know that she had no reason to hide from me. None. What I had seen I loved and what I hadn't seen...well I was dying to see the rest.

When she joined me in the shower, I nearly lost it. Cami was warm, wet, and waiting for me to make the first move. And fuck if I wasn't dying to pin her to that shower wall and show her what that useless boyfriend never could.

But it was too soon for that. That 'deer in headlights' look told me she needed her confidence built up, not to be ravaged by me and my intense need to watch her come undone.

I knew that Cami was sexual, but her experience had been limited to only a couple men. I had so much planned to do to her and that body she kept trying to hide from me. But that nagging feeling was creeping up the back of my neck. The one that screamed, 'she's too sweet... you'll only corrupt her' was coming in loud and clear.

I liked things a certain way in bed. A way that I assumed would send Cami running in the opposite direction. I knew that this could end badly if I couldn't change my ways.

This was a good girl. Too good for me, that was for damn sure.

Just as I was about to open my eyes and reveal to her that I hadn't really been asleep this whole time, I felt her finger drift to my waistband...and I held my breath. Cami gently let her finger tiptoe lower until she was outlining the head of my dick over my boxer briefs. Fuck.

Circles, circles, circles. Never in my life had anyone touched me so carefully, so deliberately sexual but not really. I don't think she was even trying to arouse me. It was like with the rest of my body, she was curious.

I tried to keep my breathing even as she kept circling me. She had a pattern. Her swirling started at the ridge and worked its way to the top, lightly scratching over my leaking tip before going back the way she came, counterclockwise this time.

My whole body was heating up. Her barely there touch was more arousing than any hand job I'd ever received. I was getting harder by the second, breaths coming faster. I was scared to death she would stop. I was wound so tightly that I didn't even realize my right hand had slid around Cami and was squeezing her ass cheek.

Low groans were starting to escape my throat as her finger circled me faster. All the blood was rushing to my cock and my hips were bucking, begging for her to grasp the full length of me. Shit. I needed to come so badly that my entire body ached for the release.

I couldn't believe how impossibly hard I had become. My left hand was fisting the sheet in an effort not to roll over her, dive into her, and finish inside her.

And then I remembered she was naked under that towel. My right hand slid lower, fingers reaching the bottom edge of the towel she was wrapped up in. The tip of my middle finger grazed that supple skin where her thigh and ass cheek met. Oh fuck.

I dragged it back and forth until it landed in the crack and she shuddered. Her back arched and her hips undulated, pressing into my thigh.

My control was unraveling.

When my hips began lifting in a vain effort for more friction and finding none, I finally snapped. I covered her hand with mine, cupping her hand tightly over the head of my cock. I thrusted once, twice, and on the third time, I exploded.

My eyes snapped open as my release poured from the tip, coating the inside of my boxer briefs, seeping through and wetting her hand, no doubt. My eyes rolled back at the pleasure of it. Never in my life had I been so consumed, so out-of-control the way I was when Cami touched me.

"Fuck," I groaned as I pulled my hand away.

A sense of dread washed over me as I eased away from her and threw my legs over the side of the bed.

"Chance," she whispered, her fingers grazing my back as I stood.

I turned to glance at her, seeing those big emerald eyes gazing up at me expectantly. She was leaning on her elbow, leaning toward me, her chest still heaving from the excitement of it. I loved the way her sexy bed hair shone in the light trickling in from my window. I squeezed my fists tightly and shook my head.

"I need a shower," I mumbled quietly as I rummaged through my drawer for clean boxers. I didn't look back at her as I grabbed my uniform pants off the back of my chair. And I definitely didn't dare to make eye contact with her when I yanked my door open and slipped down the hall to the bathroom.

Like a coward.

....

After my shower, I found myself wondering if Cami would be waiting for me or...

I got my answer when I stepped inside my room and the small bedside lamp snapped on. I stopped to stare at her, nervously brushing the hair away from her face. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and honestly looked amazing in it.

"I'm sorry."

Her soft voice cut through the room at me after I stood there staring at her for God knows how long. I blinked quickly, because for the life of me, I couldn't figure what the hell she had to be sorry for.

"I didn't mean to...I mean...I didn't know..." she sputtered as I approached her slowly. "I just..."

"Stop," I sighed as I stood over her, my fingers hovering next to her cheek. "You did nothing wrong."

"But you didn't," Cami paused to gaze up at me. "You didn't touch me," she finally murmured, her eyes shining.

I held my breath when she placed her hand over mine and cupped it against her jaw. "What did I do wrong?" she mumbled into my palm.

"Nothing," I replied defensively. "I just... had to get ready for work."

Cami immediately looked up at me with disgust in her eyes. I lied. She knew I lied. I didn't even do it well. The clock on my bedside table read 10:31pm. She knew I didn't need to leave until 11:30. I had plenty of time to return the favor.

I could've made her feel as good as she made me. If only I hadn't been such a coward.

"Okay," she huffed, pushing past me in an effort to reach my closed bedroom door.

I rushed behind her at the last second, reaching above her head to shut the door before she could fully open it. "Stop," she sighed as she tried to open the door again, only to have me close it once more.

On the back of the door was a full length mirror. As I stood behind her, I could see her blinking back tears. "Stop fucking with my head, Chance." Cami raised her gaze and found me staring at her reflection. "This was stupid...trying to be with you when you obviously don't want me."

Her words broke me. That wasn't how I felt. Not even close. But I didn't know how to explain what I felt. I couldn't put my fears into words for her.

I let my head fall to rest on her shoulder. "I got scared," I admitted. "You surprised me and then surprised myself."

"How?"

I raised my head slowly and pressed my body closer to hers. "I lost control."

"That was kinda the point. To see you lose yourself in the moment. You're always so in control."

"Not with you," I breathed against her neck, smiling when she shivered. "Not when you touch me that way. No one ever made me lose control that way, Cami. You...are fucking dangerous."

She sighed contentedly, her face beaming with pride. "Am I?" Cami teased playfully.

I nodded and fought back the smile that appeared anytime Cami looked happy. "And this..." I fiddled with the hem of my t-shirt as it lay so nicely across her juicy thighs. "Looks incredible on you."

"Take it off."

I nearly choked when she said it. Her eyes were gleaming back at me and her lips were rubbing together so seductively, there was no way I could tell her no. I skimmed my fingers over the top of her thighs, tugging on the bottom edge and lifting it slowly.

She didn't have any panties on.

She raised her arms as I continued to pull the fabric away from her body. This was like unwrapping the most precious gift. I tossed my shirt to the floor and let my eyes roam all over her. "Shit," I sighed. "Just look at you."

My hands cupped her hips and then curled around to cover her stomach. I knew this was the part of her body she was most concerned with me seeing so I ran my hands over it reverently. Her body was so soft, skin so pale, such a deep contrast standing next to me. My hands began to travel upwards, skimming up and clasping around her round breasts. They were more than a handful and I loved the way her nipples darkened and stiffened when I caught them between my fingers.

Cami's head dropped back to rest on my chest as I massaged her breasts thoroughly. Her back arched as her hips began rotating in circles. I gasped when she reached behind, gripping my hips and grinding against me. I loved watching her face in the mirror and hearing her little whimpers when I pinched her nipples just right.

The familiar, yet annoying chirp of my cell phone alarm sent both of our bodies tensing. "Fuck," I muttered as I tore myself away from Cami and walked over to where it sat on the nightstand.

I pressed the necessary buttons and hurried back to where Cami still stood. I stopped her when she reached for my t-shirt on the floor. "You don't need it."

We gazed at each other in the mirror and I watched her brow furrow dramatically. "Why not?"

I gripped the side of her neck and pushed it to the side. With her sensitive skin fully exposed to me, I kissed her there and groaned, "I changed my alarm so I could touch you for a little bit longer."

Her eyes were questioning so I added, "You want me to touch you, don't you?"

Her whole body vibrated with need. She nodded and smiled. "Say it, Cami. I need to hear the words now."

She bit down on her lower lip for just a moment before our eyes met in the mirror once again. "I need you, Chance. I want you to touch me so badly."

I used my knee to urge her thighs apart. She watched me intently as my hands encircled her wrists and I placed them on either side of the mirror, flat against the door. "Don't move," I ordered.

I placed my body still behind her but just slightly to the left of her. I used one hand to press against the small of her back, the other trailed down her spine. Her body was now bent slightly forward, opening her up to me nicely. I knelt behind her pressing kisses up the back of her thigh as I skimmed one finger up the inside of it.

"Oh!" Cami called out when I got closer to her sex.

"So wet," I groaned as my fingers felt how warm and slick she was between her legs, thighs glistening with proof of her excitement. And her need for me. I wanted more time with her, more positions. I needed to find out what she liked best. And I was dying to hear more of her sexy moans. I just needed more of her.

I started working my way up the other leg, her protests not going unnoticed by me. She was panting with need, hips thrusting in an effort to drive my hand where she needed it. When I stood behind her and cupped her sex, she covered my hand with hers, much like the way I had done to her. My mouth fell open when she pressed my middle finger right down on her clit, her eyes squeezing closed, her mouth calling for me.

"Look at me, Cami. Look at me now."

She pulled her head up in time to see my eyes the moment she fell apart. And fuck if that wasn't a sight. It was all I could do not to drop my pants and push into her from behind.

"Chance," she cried as I continued to press against her. "Too much," she whimpered as she twisted away and then slumped against me.

I pulled my fingers away from her slickness, instead using them to grip her arms and guide her to the bed. Better?" I teased when she glanced up at me.

"No," she answered breathlessly, surprising me.

"No?" I shrugged.

"No," she affirmed once more.

I pressed my lips to hers once and chuckled. "And why is that?"

Cami gripped the back of my neck and held me down to her eye level. "Because I want more and you have to go."

It was all I could do not to push her back onto the bed and give the 'more' she craved. "Dammit," I cursed as my alarm went off again. "I really gotta get ready to go now," I explained to my pouty girl.

"Stay and sleep. I'll be back by 9," I told her when she tried to follow me out of my room. I had handed her my t-shirt and was pleasantly surprised when she offered to make my lunch.

"We skipped dinner, Chance. You gotta eat something," she insisted when I tried to turn down the pork chops she was heating up for me.

I started the coffee pot and filled my thermos as she finished packing my lunch box. I watched her putter around the kitchen as I finished the food she gave me. Once it got close to time, Cami walked me to the door and I had to laugh.

"I've never had anyone take care of me like this," I explained when Cami asked what was so funny. "It's really nice," I sighed into her hair when she held me.

"It is," she agreed easily, nestling deeper into the crook of my neck. She didn't want to let me go and I felt the exact same way about her.

"We can continue things when I get home," I offered.

"You're not gonna push me away again, are you?" Cami inquired softly as she raised her head, doubt clouding those amazing green eyes.

Fuck. I should. I told myself I needed to back off. I was determined not to let this go too far. Instead I made her give herself over to me and damn if it wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

Push her away? Fuck no.

I'm all in now.

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A/N: so that happened! These two are heating up but it won't be smooth sailing from here. Thank you sooooo much to those of you who shout me out on IG or message me to say how much you enjoy! Love to you all and especially...

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