I swallow thickly, choking back the fuzzy sensation coursing through me. The one I fear means that this may be more than about sexual freedom. I can’t go down the relationship path again. This has to be solely about sex. And sex that doesn’t breathe past this island. But damn if I don’t melt a little when Cam, with hands locked at the back of his neck, elbows pointing out with those juicy biceps on display, exhales. “You’re like a dream come true.”
