Bender (The Core Four #1)(38)
“I can’t.” I finally managed.
He blew out a breath, frustration settling across his face. “You are such a stubborn woman, you know that?”
I couldn’t help the grin that came to my lips. “Hello pot, I’d like you to meet kettle.”
“You’re sarcasm might be endearing most of the time, but right now, it’s annoying as fuck.”
I laughed. “Glad I could entertain you. Now will you get off of me, I need to go shower.”
He held there a few moments longer than necessary. I had a feeling he was trying to decide if he was going to give me what I was asking for, or what I really wanted. And it wouldn’t be just me who needed sating. Oh no, I could feel very clearly what was going on with him down there. Decision made, he shifted back and got out of the bed. He moved to the door and was about to walk out when he said, “I’m making breakfast. Toast, bacon, and coffee sound okay?”
I suddenly felt shy. Here was ‘kind Camden’ again, the one who I didn’t know how to handle. “Sure,” I responded.
He turned and left my room. I sucked in a much needed breath of air. Good God, last night went nothing like I thought it would. I stood on very shaky legs and went to my closet to find something to wear. I had to go to the mall today to get the finishing touches for my Halloween costume for the party that was coming up in two days. And of course, at some point, I’d need to find a time to study. Getting into the shower, thoughts of Camden rolled through my head freely. Before, I had doubted that he had any interest in me. I thought I was just his chubby roommate who he wanted nothing more to do with than collect rent from, ignoring my presence. Never had I assumed he could possibly be attracted to me. I was nothing like the women he brought home. In fact I was the opposite. Maybe that was why he was messing around with me. Maybe he was testing the waters with something different because he was bored. That thought made my stomach turn. Could he possibly be that cruel? The more I thought about it, the more I realized, yes, he could be. Camden had no problem hiding the way that he felt about me when I first moved in. Even now, he kept me on my toes, never knowing what he would say and if it would leave behind a sting. Could I honestly trust what happened last night and this morning as something more than a man pushing to see if he could score with someone like me? Whatever happened last night couldn’t repeat itself. I didn’t even know what had gotten into me. I was dating Luke. How would he feel if he found out that Camden kissed me last night? I had a temporary moment of weakness. Camden had been pushing my buttons for a long time now, and last night it had all built up to a fleeting moment of mouths and hands. I wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t feel good. In fact I’d never felt anything quite like it. When Camden was touching me, my brain seemed to start misfiring and could no longer form logical thoughts. I had to stay away. There was no question. Haven’t I said that before?
By the time I’d stepped out of the shower and gotten dressed, I was in a bad mood. Any residual longing I felt for release had drifted away. I brushed my hair and teeth, and started to make my way downstairs. I figured I would eat breakfast with Camden as fast as possible and leave the house before he got me worked up again. But when I reached the bottom step, I froze. The sight in front of me was enough to make any woman melt. Camden stood shirtless with only a pair of black briefs on. He had a set of ear buds in his ears, and the iPod that was attached to it was partially sticking out of the waistband of his underwear. He was bobbing his head, and doing some weird little shimmy shake, while cooking turkey bacon over the griddle. I smiled at how ridiculously cute he looked. Standing back, he hadn’t noticed that I was here watching him. In the morning light he looked different, softer somehow. I allowed my eyes to roam over his barely covered body. The sun reflected off his tanned torso. Anybody who saw him like this could admire the work he’d put into himself. Every turn he made, every twist and lift of his body and arms, you could see the defined muscles push against his skin. He was a true work of art, and his body was his canvas. Camden took care of himself, and I found that to be an attractive quality. He turned his back to me again, reaching for something in the cupboard. Unknowingly I walked a few steps toward the kitchen. It was as if everything he did was drawing me in. I wanted a closer look. Naturally my eyes shifted to his gorgeous ass that was encased perfectly by black fabric. Sweet Jesus, why was I a butt girl? It looked so good, all I could imagine was digging my nails into and nipping it with my teeth.
“What do you say to taking chances…” Camden’s sudden high-pitched outburst of singing caused me to startle. “So talk to me, talk to me…” he sang some more. He turned back toward the rest of the living space and stopped short when he saw me standing there with the biggest shit eating grin on my face. Yanking one of the ear buds out, he actually looked embarrassed. Hmmm…what was that about? “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come down.”
“Well, I wouldn’t think so. You were too busy singing.” I eyed him skeptically. Still smiling I asked, “What are you listening too?”
“Music.”
“Uh huh, what music? You seemed pretty into it. How about we plug it into the stereo, and we can listen to it together?”
“Nah. It’s just rap shit. You don’t like that kind of music.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “How long have you been down here?”
“Long enough.” I took a few steps toward him.