'But – '
'I'll send it, Becca. We're done here.'
It was cold of him, but I understood his reaction. I imagined he didn't want a scene in the hallway where our neighbours could hear and, worse, where Cole could hear. Intimidating her into leaving seemed like the safest option. I moved out of her way as she passed me, but she stopped as she reached me.
'Are you going to fuck every man I fuck?'
I flinched. 'Watch your language.'
Becca looked at me as if I had just crawled out from under a rock. 'You're an idiot for walking away from Malcolm Hendry for him. Everyone knows Cameron MacCabe only fucks around with a girl for a couple of weeks before moving on. You downgraded big time. But that's your mistake.' She shot Cam a snide smile that I knew merely covered her hurt. It had always been clear that Becca was more into Cam than he was into her. 'I think I'll upgrade.' Her nasty smile was just for me as she leaned in to whisper, 'I might give Malcolm a call.'
The three of us watched her leave in silence, and finally, trembling a little, I let Cole lead us up to the flat. He shot me a worried look before disappearing into his bedroom, and I felt more than heard Cam follow me into the kitchen.
The heat of him enveloped me as he pressed against my back, stilling my hand on the kettle before wrapping his arms around my waist. I slid my hands over his and leaned into him. 'You okay?' he asked softly, genuine concern in his voice.
I shrugged, not really sure what I was feeling. 'I guess. I feel bad.'
'If it makes you feel any better, I never made any promises to Becca. We were very casual.'
'Malcolm and I weren't.'
Cam's arms tightened. 'Did it bother you? What she said about her and Malcolm last night?'
I didn't know. I thought it did. I just wasn't sure if it was because I still had feelings for him or because my vanity was pricked. 'It just reinforced the truth. It wasn't real between us.'
The touch of Cam's warm lips on my jaw sent a delicious shiver down my spine and I momentarily forgot everything. 'Where am I sleeping tonight?'
My skin grew warm just at the prospect of tonight. 'My bed is too small for us to share but I can't leave Cole alone. Why don't I come down to see you? I won't be able to stay, though.'
'That's fine, baby. Listen, I said I'd meet Nate for a drink.' He pulled back and turned me in his arms. 'I'll see you back at my flat tonight?'
'Yeah. Around eleven thirty?'
'I'll be there.' He dipped his head to press a light kiss to my lips, but I reached up to cup his jaw, drawing his mouth back to mine. I deepened the kiss, my tongue teasing his, my fingernails scraping gently along his stubbly jawline until my fingers clenched in the hair at his nape. I kissed him until he had to pull back to draw breath.
Eyes a little wide and unfocused, Cam nodded and reluctantly let me go. 'Let's make it ten thirty.'
17
'I was thinking we should both get checked out so we can stop using condoms. You're on the pill, right?'
My hair whispered across the pillow as I turned to look at Cam lying next to me, his skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. I was still panting from our exertions and it took me a minute to process what he'd asked. 'Yeah. I'll get checked this week.'
'Me too. I should be fine. I got checked before Becca and she and I always used protection.'
'A little friendly advice.' I sighed, looking up at the ceiling. 'Don't talk about your sexcapades with another woman seconds after having sex with your current woman.'
'No need to be jealous, baby. You're a ten – she was a five. Maybe a six on a good day.'
I rolled my eyes, pretending not to be satisfied that Cam thought I was a better lay than Becca. 'And definitely don't score them.'
Cam laughed, rolling on to his side so he could pull me to him. He tried to kiss me, but I was still slightly pissed off that he'd mentioned Becca, so I covered his mouth with my hand. He kissed it and said something, but it was muffled against my skin.
I pulled my hand back. 'What was that?'
His eyes roamed my face, a small smile playing on his lips. 'I said I'm sorry.'
'Good.'
Dipping his head, his eyes serious, Cam spoke, his lips grazing mine. 'You ever try to keep this mouth from me again and I'll find very creative forms of use for it as punishment.'
I shivered. This side of him in bed was a real turn-on. 'It's my mouth. It's up to me who gets near it.'
'True,' he acquiesced, his hand trailing down my hip to wind up between my legs. I jolted involuntarily at the press of his thumb on my clit. 'But last night you agreed that we were together, and being together means that mouth belongs to me. I don't like people hiding my things.' He ended that pronouncement with a roguish grin. His thumb circled my clit and I gasped, clutching his wrist, urging him on.