The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 18 - Need me?

So after a good few months, Cameron is still willing to sleep with me. Doesn't this mean something? Surely he likes me right? I mean, why else would he keeps it up?

"Hellooo," I hear his voice say deeply as he walks into my bedroom slowly. He creeps around slowly looking for me. I leap out all of a sudden and he lets out a scream leaving me in fits of laughter. He pushes me onto the bed and says,
"Sneaky." He hovers above me, his hands either side of my head. He lowers him self slowly and plants a small kiss on my lips. As he pulls away, I smile sweetly and he smiles back.

I message Katie about meeting tomorrow but she doesn't sound like she wants too. Odd. She's been acting odd though lately. Ever since she warned me about Cameron, she just acts shifty. Mostly when I speak about him I almost see her tense like she just ate something sour.

I look up from my phone and see Cameron sat at the end of the bed staring into space.
"What are you doing?" I ask curiously.
"Thinking of you." I roll my eyes,
"Cheesy."
"But I really am," he says, his voice getting deeper. I pause for a moment as I contemplate his time of voice.
"Really?" I watch his eyes go bigger as he gets closer to me whilst licking his lips. He plants his soft rose petaled lips against mine and shivers run up my spine and butterflies fly wildly in my stomach. Lions roaring... Nope that's because I'm hungry.
"Have you got some food? I'm hungry," I say as soon as he breaks the kiss. He puts his head down and begins to laugh. He takes my hand and we walk down the stairs together and into the kitchen.

I watch him. I watch him as he walks around in his black boxers, as if nobody is home. He grabs the milk and pours two glasses of it. He struts to the plates making me laugh as he pouts and pretends he's on a catwalk. He empties a packet of choc chip cookies on the plate.
"Will this do?" He says holding his snack idea. I nod my head and take my glass of milk as we walk up stairs with it. We sit back down on the bed and munch on our cookies and slurp on the milk from the glasses. We don't even acknowledge each other for a moment or two because we both realised how hungry we actually were.

We finally make eye contact after our moment of silence whilst we munched on our snack. I watch him smirk at me as he stares at me. I frown with curiosity, wondering what he's thinking about. I'd love to be able to know what he's thinking about. Things would be different.

He leans forward and places his hand on the side of my face. He runs his thumb over my naturally pouted lips and moves away the crumbs that were stuck. They fall to bed sheets and he smiles as he stares at my lips. He smiles as he thinks. He moves his head to the side and examines my face thoroughly with his eyes. He makes eye contact and smiles as if I didn't notice.

He places his hand on the side of my face again and he slides my hair back. He tucks it behind my ears and he smiles as he does it. Still thinking. He plants another kiss on my lips but he pulls away so slowly this time. He stares at my face, examining it again.

"What are you thinking about?" I say, finally having the courage to say. He smiles and refuses to make eye contact. He examines my face still but manages a small whisper,
"Still thinking of you." I laugh and he smiles. We sit in silence for a while. His hand still remaining on the side of my face and my eyes still glued to his. His big brown eyes whirling me into them.

Randomly out of nowhere. A long silence and then he speaks,
"I want you." A moment of silence awaits and then he speaks again,
"I need you."
"Need... Me?" I ask slowly.
"Baby," he says I'm a husky voice. I feel myself blush but at the same time another feeling stirs in my stomach. He brushes his hand up my side and leaves wet kisses along my collarbone. His hands take hold of my hips and he lets his hands slide down my side and back to my hips.
"I really want you."