Her Trick His Treat (Cherry On Top Tales #5)

Chapter Sixteen-Tommy

CHAPTER SIXTEEN-TOMMY

W hen we were both able to breathe again, I slid out of Camryn’s slick heat and cleaned us up.

She’d gone quiet, and I was worried.

Had I messed up her little Halloween fantasy romance with the strength of my feelings?

Was she going to send me away now?

Fuck that.

I wasn’t going to go. I had to make her see. Make her understand that this was real. My feelings for her were very real.

Shit.

I splashed water on my face after I used the restroom and disposed of the condom and tissues I’d used to clean her up.

I needed to calm down. She hadn’t said anything yet.

So, maybe it was time I did. I had to tell Camryn how I felt. How much I wanted her, needed her, in my life.

I’d gotten so swept up in the excitement of it all. I’d been blinded by the thrill of being desired by this amazing woman. Drunk on the intoxicating chemistry between us.

But now, I was standing on the precipice of something that felt genuine, and I was paralyzed by the fear of inadequacy.

Everything we’d shared, every spark between us suddenly felt like a fragile thread, teetering on the edge of unraveling.

Self-doubt was a motherfucker, and I had to admit I rarely indulged.

I opened the door. Finished with the mind fuck I was currently battling.

I glanced at the bed, but Camryn was gone. I panicked for a moment, then stopped.

This was her place. She couldn’t have gone far.

I grabbed my sweats and slid them on, following the sounds of pots clattering about down the hall, to the kitchen.

My breath hitched in my throat as I watched her move around. She wasn’t doing anything profound. Just gathering eggs and butter and bread, dressed in an oversized t-shirt, but to me, it was like she was hanging the moon.

“Hungry?” I asked and frowned when she jumped and dropped an egg.

“Oh! You startled me,” she murmured, bending down to clean the mess I’d caused her to make.

“Sorry,” I said, my heart almost stopping when I saw her black cotton panties flash at me as she bent over.

“Um, let me do that,” I said, ignoring my cock, and taking the paper towels from her hands.

“Oh, um, thanks.”

She remained crouched at my side as I cleaned the egg off the floor, and when I looked at her, she was staring at me.

“S-sorry,” she said, her cheeks turning pink as she tucked her hair behind her ears and went to stand.

I cupped her cheek, stopping her before she could get away, and dropped the mess I was holding on the floor before tugging her to me and crushing her lips with mine.

“Tommy,” she moaned my name, and I cherished the sound, committing it to memory.

“I can’t stop kissing you,” I confessed, sitting on the tiled floor and dragging her over my lap.

Warmth from her pussy seeped through the cotton barriers between us and I groaned, flexing my hips and rubbing against her.

“I don’t want you to stop kissing me,” she replied, and I smiled against her mouth.

“Good, because I was just thinking,” I said, kissing her again, “We should make this official.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

Taking a deep breath, I took a chance this beautiful, warm, sexy woman felt the same way I did.

“Last night was magical, Baby. It was everything I ever wanted, and today was even better. I don’t want it to end. I want to give this thing a chance,” I said, laying it all out for her.

“You mean you want to see me again? Like when? Tomorrow?” she asked, eyebrows high.

“Something like that,” I said, kissing her again and squeezing her tight against me.

“I want to see you tomorrow.”

Kiss.

“And the next day.”

Kiss.

“And the day after that.”

“Tommy,” she moaned, chasing my lips as I kissed her and pulled away to add more.

“And all the days after that, Vixen.”

“What? You aren’t serious. That’s crazy,” she said, her pretty eyes glistening as she shook her head.

“Maybe. But I don’t care what anyone else thinks, Baby. Just you. Do you want to see me? Do you want to be with me, tomorrow and the day after, and all the other tomorrows after that?” I asked my heart right there on my metaphorical fucking sleeve.

I cupped her cheeks, forcing her eyes to stay on mine, making it clear that I was there with her in that moment.

“Camryn?” I said her name, concern etching my brow. “Are you okay? You seem a million miles away. Come on, Baby, say something.”

“Yeah, no, I guess I’m just wondering where this is all headed. I mean, it feels special, but I can’t help but think about… well, everything else. You say you want tomorrow, but you don’t know me, Tommy.”

“Don’t say that. I know you, and you know me. I recognized you the second I saw you across the bar. But we can take it slow if you want. I am not going anywhere,” I told her.

“I want to believe you,” she confessed, and my chest felt so goddamn tight.

“Then do it. Believe me.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was begging her. And even more astounding, I did not give a fuck. I would do anything to keep this woman.

“But I-I tricked you,” she murmured, “I made you think I was experienced and then you knew I was a virgin. Maybe this is just misplaced guilt or something.”

“Last night, I thought there was magic in the air because it was Halloween,” I began, the words spilling out before I could second-guess myself. “But that wasn’t it. It was you and me. We are the magic , Baby.”

“Tommy—”

“Look, I know you aren’t going to believe me yet, and I will prove it to you, but for the first time in my life, I am in love, Camryn, With you.”

“That really is crazy,” she said on a sob. “You can’t be?—”

“Maybe, but I still am,” I whispered, kissing her tears away.

“I love you, my sweet, sexy little Vixen. I want to be with you, Camryn. Only you. What do you say? Will you take a chance and be with me?”

The question hung in the air like a neon sign. This was it. I’d said everything I could. Now it was up to Camryn.

Was she going to take a chance on me like I was so willing to on her?

Please, Baby. Say yes. I’m begging you.