CHAPTER 2
I slide on pink, strawberry flavored gloss and rub my lips together. My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun. One that took me an hour to get just right. A few stray pieces frame my face. I only have mascara on and my eyebrows filled in, giving me a natural look, but the gloss gives it a sexy appeal.
I’m wearing a blue off the shoulder swear, showing smooth skin that smells like vanilla thanks to my lotion. I’m wearing shorts, letting my long, tan legs steal the show.
No way can he resist me. Besides, my heart won’t be able to take it. I’ve loved him since I could remember how.
Giving a few tweaks to my hair, I give myself a once over in the full body mirror hanging on the door. I can do this. I am a woman, a single woman, who has feelings for a much older guy. Who I know has feelings for me.
The last time I saw him was my eighteenth birthday two months ago. He stole glances at me. And now, he doesn’t have to look from a distance, he can have me.
The doorbell rings and my head jerks to the right as I stare out the door. Oh my god, he is here. “Everything is fine. It’s fine.” I take a deep breath and spray a soft cloud of my vanilla lavender perfume in front of me and walk through it.
Rushing down the steps, I grab the bowl of popcorn I popped earlier and turn the tv on to make it look like I was watching tv.
Like I said, it all has to look effortless.
I hitch the bowl of popcorn on my hip, grab a handful and toss it in my mouth before opening the door.
Camden turned around, the light above the door casts a halo on him, giving Camden an angelic appearance. He is wearing dark jeans that cup the bulge of his cock perfectly, a tight shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination.
I can even see his beaded nipples and my mouth waters with the urge to taste them. His jaw is defined and sharp with a few daysworth of scruff on it. His hair is longer, a bit shaggy, hanging just above his shoulders, and his eyes are the color of the bluest lagoons.
Pure. Sex.
“Amelia? Is that you?” he smiles, dropping the small duffle bag on the top step. He holds out his arms for a hug, and who I am to refuse?
“It’s me,” I say, wrapping one arm around his neck since my other is holding the popcorn bowl.
We don’t say anything as we embrace. His arms tighten around me. I feel his chest expand has he inhales and a slight low growl escapes on his exhale. He pulls me closer until our fronts touch. My nipples harden and his semihard cock rubs against my bare leg.
The longer we hold each other, the more the tension builds. My pussy is soaked, throbbing with need. A need Camden can only fill.
I pull back, clearing my throat so it doesn’t look so obvious that I want him. I need to remember, effortlessly.
Everything has to look effortless. “I love your hair. It suits you.” The inkcolored locks made him look like a warrior. Two silver strips frame either side of his face where the silver just dashed his hairline a few months ago.
“I was thinking I should get it cut.” He runs his fingers through it and I drop the bowl in my hand from witnessing the simple gesture that is now, somehow, fucking erotic.
“Oh, sorry.” I bend down to get the bowl, luckily only a few pieces of popcorn fell out, so clean up is easy. “Keep the hair. It looks good.” Seducing him is much harder than it thought. I might be a legal woman, but I know nothing of the art of flirtation or anything.
I’m in over my head. What was I thinking trying to seduce a man like Camden? Forty, successful, established? He would want nothing to do with someone as young as me.
His hand touches mine and when I look up from the popcorn on the floor, Camden has squatted down. “Well, as long as you like it, that’s all that matters.”
My heart palpitates in my chest. My mind reels. He can’t mean that in the sense I think it means, but my brain runs with it. Hope blossoms in my chest. I smile as I stand up,
“Well, come on. I’m sure you don’t want to sleep out here.”
“No, sleeping outside is not where I want to sleep.”
The way he said it made me think if he implied if he wanted to sleep with me. Oh, Amelia, get a grip!
“Come on in,” I spread the door open wider. “I was just watching a movie.” “Perfect. I’m going to shower and I’ll be right down.”
“Sure,” my voice breaks from the image of him naked and his cock laying against his thigh-no-his cock in hand, jacking the thick beast as he moans my name.
“It’s so good to see you,” he leans in and gives me another hug, but this time I have both hands free since I placed the bowl on the table.
I wrap my arms around him, desperate, needy, and bury my nose in his chest. He smells so good, like pine and fresh mountain air. His hand cups the back of my head and he buries his nose in my hair, and if I’m not mistaken, he groans as he pulls away.
My hand is clutched to his shirt, not wanting him to leave, but I know if I hold on any longer, there will be questions. Questions that will be too ridiculous to answer if he asks them.
I break the connection, but his hand cups my chin. The simple touch has my eyes fluttering and my nerves firing off to one another. I’ve never expected a touch to feel so blissful. “It’s good to see you, Amelia. I hope we take this opportunity to get to know each other over the weekend. It’s long overdue.”
My thoughts exactly.