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On My Knees (Bridge #1)(46)
Author: Meredith Wild

“I want the right to be.”

“Get used to disappointment,” she said.

“How about I change your mind?” I brushed the hair away from her neck and dragged my lips across her hot skin. Two could play this game.

She sagged against me slightly. “You can’t.”

I grinned at the wavering in her voice. “Try me.” I opened my mouth against her, letting my tongue dart out to taste her. A moan vibrated through her when I squeezed her a*s and pressed her firmly against my thigh.

Her breasts rose and fell with quick breaths. She trailed her hands down my chest. Unable to stop myself, I took her mouth, channeling every ounce of possession into kissing her breathless. She clawed into my shirt, and the slow rhythm of the dance morphed into her grinding her supple little body against me. Suddenly I wished we weren’t in the middle of a crowded room. I needed her in my bed. I wasn’t willing to wait anymore, and I wasn’t asking.

“I’m taking you home.”









MAYA. Cameron loosened his hold on me to unlock the door of his apartment. I stumbled inside, my heels tripping me over the threshold. I lay on the bare floor, rolling to my back. My drunk laughter echoed loudly in the dark room. The floor was cool and so smooth. Everything smelled new. Like paint maybe.

“Where is this place?” My voice sounded very much full of wonder, like we’d just walked into some kind of amazing new place. Perhaps we had? I couldn’t know, because I’d hit the wall in the cab. I’d gone from wildly h***y and excitable to epically intoxicated, only able to stay upright thanks to Cameron’s strong body holding me up. Oh well. I was still h***y.

“This is the third floor of my building. Olivia stays on the second floor. I’m still fixing it up, so don’t mind the state of things. Come on.”

I couldn’t see anything from behind my eyelids, nor did I care to. The floor was more comfortable than I’d expected. S**t, I’m tired.

Cameron caught my hand and hoisted me back to my feet, holding me so tightly to his chest that I barely touched the floor. I could scarcely move.

“Can you walk?”

I giggled a little, resting my head on his shoulder. I wanted to be wrapped up with Cameron. He was so warm, so unbelievably strong. I’d gained weight and he was still carrying me around like I weighed nothing more than a feather. His hold softened a little as he wrapped his other arm around my hips, warming the small of my back.

“You okay, hon?” He pressed a soft kiss to my bare shoulder.

I hummed. His touch awakened a familiar stir inside me. I couldn’t press myself any closer so I tipped my head up and kissed him. He pulled away when I tried to breach his lips with my tongue.

“You didn’t bring me here just to tuck me in, did you?”

He didn’t answer me. Instead, he hooked an arm under my knees and carried me toward the only light in the apartment. He kicked the door gently and lowered me by the bed. Coming from the darkness, I squinted. Everything was too bright.

I wavered, clutching at his shirt. He caught me to him again, and I buried my face in his neck. The scent of him, spice and sandalwood, washed over me. I hummed, darting my tongue across his skin, and then sucked hard.

He pulled me back, angling away from my assaulting mouth. “You need to get some rest, Maya. You drank too much.”

“Who cares?”

“I care.”

“Are you trying to say you came out with me tonight and didn’t plan on taking me to bed?”

He shook his head. “I had no idea what to expect tonight, but I try not to sleep with nearly unconscious women.”

“Sure.” I rolled my eyes, pushing away from him slightly. The sick twist of rejection mixed with all the shots I’d drunk.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Whatever.” I waved my hand. “You’re not interested. I get it.”

His bright blue eyes widened slightly. “Trust me, I’m interested.”

I cocked my head at him. “Maybe Raina’s still up. Miss Perfect is probably patiently waiting for you on the back burner somewhere.”

A smile split his face. “Are you jealous, Maya?”

“Not in the least.” S**t, he was onto me. “You can screw whoever you want to and so can I.”

His smile slipped, and his eyes turned serious. “You made that point abundantly clear tonight. Who was that girl anyway? Did you even know her?”

“Her name is Jia. I work with her.” The words that justified my earlier lip lock with Jia seemed to float in the air toward Cameron and then come back to me, sounding just as idiotic as they must have sounded to him.

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