that? Your picture—not
the ugly buildings behind you. I just want to show you how it’s done.”
My goodness he could make me feel so giddy. I
couldn’t stop smiling as I walked onto the track, shrinking down to take some
images of the hurdles lined up on it.
I heard him beside me and looked over as he
continued clicking.
I shook my head. “Mr. Adams is going to be mad
that you used up all your film on me.”
“So, I’ll buy him more film.” He shrugged it
off as if it were no concern. “I like taking pictures of you.”
“Well, I hope they don’t turn out too scary.”
“Not possible,” he said assuredly before
lowering the camera. We started walking around the track together, making our
way to where the giant pole vaulting pad was set up.
“You should grab the pole and pretend like you’re gonna go for it, and I’ll
take a shot.”
I laughed, running over and jumping on the
giant foam mattress, flopping back against it. “This is about as close as
you’re gonna get! I have no desire to attempt a pole vault.”
He looked at me with a smoky stare I could feel
all the way to my toes. “This works too.” He lifted his camera and took one
single shot. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are with your hair spread
out around you like that?”
I shook my head very slowly. “Nope. Guess
you’ll have to show me.”
He swallowed thickly, removing his camera from
around his neck and setting it carefully on the ground. “That could be dangerous.”
“I thought you liked danger. Wasn’t it you who
accused me of not having a real life just a few days ago—making fun of
the parties I attend and the friends I have?”
“That was wrong. I shouldn’t have said those
things.” His eyes never left me, and I noticed he was clenching and unclenching
his fists as he stood watching. He looked hungry, but hungry more like a
predator hiding in the grass, waiting for the perfect time to pounce on his
victim. It both thrilled and scared me.
I was no queen of seduction, but suddenly
wished I was—wished I knew how to make him close the distance between us.
“Hunter,” I whispered, not knowing what else to say.
That was the magic word.
He was on the pad in an instant, stretched
beside me, leaning over as he slid his hand up my arm and into my hair. “You’re
so gorgeous.” I felt his hand trembling, and he lowered his lips toward my
mouth, but at the last second he quickly lifted them to brush against my
forehead instead.
I was so confused and frustrated. No one had
ever looked at me the way he did—no one had ever made my insides flip the
way he could. Yet, he seemed so reluctant to seal the deal. I was tired of
beating around the bush.
“Kiss me, Hunter,” I demanded, not caring if it
was the right thing to say anymore. I slid my hands up his muscle-lined arms,
linking them around his neck.
He groaned, releasing a big sigh. “I want to,
Goody. You have no idea how much I want to.”
His words made my heart sing.
“I can’t kiss you, though.”
And my heart crashed.
“Why not? What would be so terrible about
kissing me?”
He laughed wryly. “Nothing I can think of.”
“Then for heaven’s sake, what’s stopping you?”
I felt like a little girl stomping her foot because she wasn’t getting what she
wanted.
He moved closer, and I could feel his breath on
mine as he stared at my lips. I knew the exact moment he decided, and I lifted
my mouth to meet his.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” Clay’s voice
interrupted, and I fell back onto the mat with an exasperated groan as Hunter
turned toward him, releasing me as he sat up.
I’d never wanted to punch Clay so badly.
“Can we help you with something, Bradley?”
Hunter asked as he looked him over.
I sat up, seeing Clay standing there in another
set of designer clothes. His body was tense, face flushed, and his mouth was
set in an angry grimace.
“What are you doing out here with him, Cami?”
he demanded. “We discussed
the ugly buildings behind you. I just want to show you how it’s done.”
My goodness he could make me feel so giddy. I
couldn’t stop smiling as I walked onto the track, shrinking down to take some
images of the hurdles lined up on it.
I heard him beside me and looked over as he
continued clicking.
I shook my head. “Mr. Adams is going to be mad
that you used up all your film on me.”
“So, I’ll buy him more film.” He shrugged it
off as if it were no concern. “I like taking pictures of you.”
“Well, I hope they don’t turn out too scary.”
“Not possible,” he said assuredly before
lowering the camera. We started walking around the track together, making our
way to where the giant pole vaulting pad was set up.
“You should grab the pole and pretend like you’re gonna go for it, and I’ll
take a shot.”
I laughed, running over and jumping on the
giant foam mattress, flopping back against it. “This is about as close as
you’re gonna get! I have no desire to attempt a pole vault.”
He looked at me with a smoky stare I could feel
all the way to my toes. “This works too.” He lifted his camera and took one
single shot. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are with your hair spread
out around you like that?”
I shook my head very slowly. “Nope. Guess
you’ll have to show me.”
He swallowed thickly, removing his camera from
around his neck and setting it carefully on the ground. “That could be dangerous.”
“I thought you liked danger. Wasn’t it you who
accused me of not having a real life just a few days ago—making fun of
the parties I attend and the friends I have?”
“That was wrong. I shouldn’t have said those
things.” His eyes never left me, and I noticed he was clenching and unclenching
his fists as he stood watching. He looked hungry, but hungry more like a
predator hiding in the grass, waiting for the perfect time to pounce on his
victim. It both thrilled and scared me.
I was no queen of seduction, but suddenly
wished I was—wished I knew how to make him close the distance between us.
“Hunter,” I whispered, not knowing what else to say.
That was the magic word.
He was on the pad in an instant, stretched
beside me, leaning over as he slid his hand up my arm and into my hair. “You’re
so gorgeous.” I felt his hand trembling, and he lowered his lips toward my
mouth, but at the last second he quickly lifted them to brush against my
forehead instead.
I was so confused and frustrated. No one had
ever looked at me the way he did—no one had ever made my insides flip the
way he could. Yet, he seemed so reluctant to seal the deal. I was tired of
beating around the bush.
“Kiss me, Hunter,” I demanded, not caring if it
was the right thing to say anymore. I slid my hands up his muscle-lined arms,
linking them around his neck.
He groaned, releasing a big sigh. “I want to,
Goody. You have no idea how much I want to.”
His words made my heart sing.
“I can’t kiss you, though.”
And my heart crashed.
“Why not? What would be so terrible about
kissing me?”
He laughed wryly. “Nothing I can think of.”
“Then for heaven’s sake, what’s stopping you?”
I felt like a little girl stomping her foot because she wasn’t getting what she
wanted.
He moved closer, and I could feel his breath on
mine as he stared at my lips. I knew the exact moment he decided, and I lifted
my mouth to meet his.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” Clay’s voice
interrupted, and I fell back onto the mat with an exasperated groan as Hunter
turned toward him, releasing me as he sat up.
I’d never wanted to punch Clay so badly.
“Can we help you with something, Bradley?”
Hunter asked as he looked him over.
I sat up, seeing Clay standing there in another
set of designer clothes. His body was tense, face flushed, and his mouth was
set in an angry grimace.
“What are you doing out here with him, Cami?”
he demanded. “We discussed
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