CHAPTER 7
His balls felt like they’d never stop aching, but Wyatt didn’t press her for more, not when he was getting to enjoy holding Camille for the very first time. It wouldn’t be long either. Already, her breath was returning to normal.
Wyatt’s chest tightened. He fully-expected her to sit up, tidy up her hair, and ask to be dropped back off at the restaurant. He braced himself, knowing that confident (but ironclad) shell was about to descend over her, keeping him forever outside.
But she didn’t.
She curled into him.
And he ran one hand over her bare arm like it was nothing, like they did this all the time.
Like his brain hadn’t exploded like so many fireworks.
He concentrated on how soft her curves felt against him, how boneless he’d made her. He tried to pin every detail down i
