Not So Broken (West Coast College Book 3)

Chapter 42

Ava

By the time we burst into the apartment, Cameron and I are both soaked, our clothes sticking to us like a second skin.

He seals his lips over mine again and I smile, heat creeping up my neck as need makes itself known deep inside my belly.

"What do you wanna do here, Sunshine?" He signs, strands of honey hair falling over his eyes. "You set the pace."

I nibble on my lip as I think about it for a moment. "I think...I think I'm ready to ah-"

Cameron smirks, knowing exactly what I was just about to say. He kisses my forehead. "Do you want me to fuck you, Ava? Is that what you want?"

Okay, now I'm definitely blushing. I swallow, nodding slowly. "Maybe."

We're two fucking adults. Why is it so hard to say that I want to have sex with him? I've never really thought of having sex with someone, though. Never wanted to with Xander and I'd thought I'd never love someone so much to want that aspect of a relationship.

But then Cameron wedged himself into my life with his dimples and obsession with 27 Dresses and everything shifted.

Cameron grips my chin gently, forcing me to look up at him. "That's not an answer. Yes or no. I'll do whatever you want and I won't be mad if you say no. I'll wait forever how long you need until you're ready."

Do not cry. Do not cry. "I want this, Cameron. I love you so much." I sign with shaking hands, trying to remember to sign slowly as he's still learning but he smiles with understanding.

I yelp when he picks me up bridal style, double checking the front door is unlocked for Mike when he gets home and carries me to his room, kicking the door closed shut with his foot.

"You are so fucking gorgeous it's painful." He says slowly before kissing my forehead.

Another tummy flip and wave of desire sweeps through me so strong I think I'd probably have sunk to the ground by now if it wasn't for Cameron holding me.

The vibration of his chuckle sends goosebumps across my skin, adding to the need pooling low in my belly. My thighs rub together and a smirk appears on his face when he notices the movement as he lays me gently on his bed.

"I don't want to hurt you so we're going to go slow and you're going to be cherished like you deserve." He signs, leaning over me to kiss me. "And if you don't like anything we're doing, just say so. No one's gonna be mad, Sunshine.

Fuck, I think he just healed my inner child. All I can do is nod with tears pooling in my eyes before molding my mouth over his.

This time, it's long and deep. Meaningful. Everything in me relaxes, my body melting into the bed underneath. His fingers end up in my hair-his promise to wash it still on my mind-as he slips his tongue into my mouth and my own fingers creep under his shirt to feel the hard ridges of his stomach.

He pulls away and I just about groan with frustration. A smile tips his lips. "You still okay?"

"More than okay." I sign back, feeling a sudden rush of need and confidence and reach to peel his wet shirt off him, sucking in a sharp breath when I'm met with broad shoulders, tanned skin and defined muscles. Can't believe he's been hiding these away from me.

He grins at me then, wide and dimples popping. All the blood seems to leave my head at that moment to venture south. He's just so fucking beautiful. And mine. All fucking mine.

His fingers tickle my ribs as he pulls my own top over my head, throwing it on the floor to join his shirt and I squirm underneath him when his eyes track over every inch of my bare skin, feeling extremely naked despite my sports bra and bottoms still on.