Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,42
even know where I’ll be in the coming weeks. For goodness sakes, I’m pregnant with another man’s child. I’m the last person on the planet you should want to be around.”
“Yet I’m standing right here, staring into the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen, wanting to tell you what’s been on my mind for as long as I can remember.”
“We haven’t spoken in years.”
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” he noted.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m a realist.
I turned away, unable to grasp how to handle this intense moment between us.
“I’ve had you alone twice now, and both times there hasn’t been one damn thing to make me want to walk in another direction. Maybe I’m a fool to think whatever I’m feeling could be mutual. Maybe I’ve held on to some childhood fantasy for too long.”
“Wes…”
His lips found mine. I wanted to pull away, to smack him hard and run in another direction, but I couldn’t. I fell into that kiss like I’d never done it before. His tongue was warm as it coasted over mine, the stubble on his chin tickling as he moved his face from side to side.
Then came his hands, gradually moving up my arms and finally digging into my hair. My own hands traveled up his chest to grip and pull the fabric of his shirt closer to me.
He’d thrown himself at me. I’d taken the bait like a starving fish. Hook, line and sinker, I was being reeled in by his charm. This man wanted me. He really wanted me. It wasn’t like James who manipulated me to get into my pants. Wes was real. When he said he liked me I knew he meant it with all his heart. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his stare. This was the kind of connection I’d never felt before. This was the kind that terrified me because I knew it was genuine and without selfish motives.
I pulled away abruptly, wiping off the remnants from my lips. “Why did you do that?” I had to play like I hated it. No matter how amazing the kiss had been I couldn’t allow myself to divulge in it again.
“It needed to be done. Now you can stop wondering what it would be like.”
“I wasn’t.”
He chuckled. “Yeah right. You liked it.”
“I pulled away.”
“Because the thought of being with me scares you. I can see it in the way you distance yourself.”
“Wes, I’m going to be a mother. I don’t want a boyfriend. I was with someone else a week ago. I’m not a floosy.”
“I’d never call you that.”
“I can’t.”
“Do you love him, Cam? When I kissed you did you think of him?”
He got me. He knew exactly what to say to make me squirm. I had to answer truthfully, because Wes deserves as much. “No. I didn’t think of him at all.”
“What did you think about?” His smirk told me he already knew the answer.
“I thought about kicking you between the legs.”
He stepped forward, breaking the distance between us. “I want to do it again. Let me kiss you, Cam.”
“No.” I stepped back.
“Please. If you let me kiss you again I promise I’ll drop it. I won’t talk about wanting you again, not unless you ask me to.”
“I won’t ask,” I assured him.
“Kiss me.” He requested.
I shook my head. My body was frozen in place, but Wes didn’t budge. He stood only inches away waiting for me react.
“I’m going to close my eyes to make it easier for you. My hands are going behind my back. Kiss me or kick me. It’s your choice.”
I watched him do as he said, tucking his hands behind his back, his eyes closing tightly.
For a few seconds I stood there taking him in. He really was a beautiful specimen. His wavy brown hair was almost black. His light blue eyes were surrounded by long dark eyelashes that almost made him look like he was wearing makeup. His lips were full, and the five-o’clock shadow across his face made him distinguished.
Slowly, I took my fingertips and glided them over the fabric of his chest. This was the kind of guy I should have been involved with all along. If I kissed him right now he’d promised to stop hitting on me. I could have kicked him and been done with it, but the idea of feeling his lips on mine again was too tempting.
I crashed my mouth against his. Our tongues played to a similar tempo. In a matter of minutes he