On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,30

he dropped his hands to rest them on her slim waist. “You feel this too. You’ve felt it since the night we met.”

Something like pleasure, joy, mixed with guilt and confusion in her stunning eyes. Her chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths, her body giving the truth away. She wanted him. And when she licked her lips, Cam lost all control.

He captured those lips, lips he’d fantasized about, in a deep wet kiss that left no questions about how much he wanted to fuck her. Jesus, he wanted to fuck her so hard he imprinted on her. Owned her. Like she bloody well owned him.

Maybe, by the enthusiastic way she kissed him back, he already did.

Needing to touch her, he coasted his hand up the slender curve of her waist and deliberately swept his thumb against the underside of her breast.

Just that little touch and it sent Jo off like a firecracker. He had no choice but to catch fire too.

Her arms curled tight around his neck, her body pressed harder against his until they were grinding against each other. Her moan slid down his throat and his dick somehow got impossibly harder.

“I’ve fantasized a million times about this,” he confessed hoarsely before kissing her breathless again.

Feeling her undulate against his erection, Cam groaned, needing more. Needing to feel that sweet heat between her legs. He slid his hand up her inner thigh, waiting a moment and when she moaned and kissed him harder, he took it as permission to slip his fingers beneath her knickers.

She was dripping. Fucking soaked.

Jo cried out against his mouth as he finger fucked her and his dick strained painfully. Vision of unzipping his jeans and thrusting his cock into her tight heat made him shudder with need. Shit! He broke the kiss, panting for breath, “If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

When her body suddenly locked, Cam lifted his head from her neck and took in her expression.

Goddamn it.

Reality intruded at seeing the guilt and shame on her beautiful face. Fuck. Fuck! He never wanted her to feel that between them. “Jo…” he slipped his fingers out of her body and she shook her head frantically, trying to push him away.

Tears trembled in her words, “We can’t do this. What are we doing?”

What they were doing was right. It was just useless bloody timing! “I’m ending it with Becca. Tonight.” And suddenly realized he meant it. Her birthday or not, he couldn’t be this guy. He wasn’t this guy.

Seeing Jo’s appalled expression he winced. “I know. It’s shit. But I can’t go on like this. I’m not the guy who cheats on his girlfriend. And I can’t continue to be the guy who fucks his girlfriend wishing all the time she was someone else.”

Confusion blazed at him from her eyes.

Confusion?! Was she kidding?

“Cam, I…”

Feeling her pull away, desperation clawed at him. “You want this. I know you do.” He pressed his forehead to hers, wanting to be close but knowing anything else would push her away. He took a breath, afraid to ask what he needed to ask her but more afraid not to, “Will you leave Malcolm?”

Jo immediately froze against him and he felt his grip on her tighten at the idea of her fleeing. “Johanna?”

Her silence said it all.

Anger, disbelief, disappointment like he’d never felt in his goddamn life ripped through him so violently he shook with it. “You’re telling me you’re going to stay with that guy? You’re going to go through the rest of your life standing at his side at a party laughing that stupid bloody fake giggle, with your eyes contradicting your mouth every time it opens?”

Unable to bear the idea that he could feel this way about someone who wasn’t even strong enough to fight for what she really wanted, Cam pushed away from her. Where was the fire in her belly he knew existed because he’d seen it when she stood up for her little brother? Where was that Jo? “That girl you were out there is not Jo. I don’t know who that is but she’s an arse who pisses me off. She’s fake, she’s simpering and she’s a fucking bimbo. She’s not you.”

Hurt flared in her expression and he felt that like a punch to the gut. But he wouldn’t take the words back because unfortunately they were the truth. Cam waited, hoping that brutal honesty would wake her the fuck up.

But she just stared at him, mute