Chapter 38
(Cameron POV)
I've seen deserts stretch into painted horizons. I've stood on the edge of snowy cliffs and watched clouds crawl beneath my boots. But none of it—nothing—compares to this.
Lenora. Bent forward on the blanket, hands braced in the grass, back arched perfectly, waiting for me.
It's like the moon's spotlighted her just for me. Her bare skin glows silver, her body trembling, slick with sweat and heat and everything I've craved but told myself I couldn't touch.
Until now.
My joggers and briefs hit the ground in one frantic motion. I kneel behind her, and gods—I'm hard enough it hurts. My cock twitches, pulsing, angry and heavy and leaking, like it's been waiting for this longer than I've been willing to admit.
Don't embarrass me, I tell it, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. I really don't want to come too soon.
