Never Say Never by Rachael Sommers (books to get back into reading TXT) 📕

so that she straddled her, and it was like picking up from where they had left off in London, before everything went to hell, but this time she knew Camila wouldn’t disappear.

“Mm, anything you want.” Camila’s voice was low, raspy. “Just kiss me.” So Emily did, her hands on Camila’s thighs. Camila curled her fingers around Emily’s jaw, her tongue exploring her mouth, and God, it was perfect. She kissed her urgently, leaving Emily gasping and aching and wanting.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Camila said when she pulled away breathlessly, her eyes dark and intense. Even with her lipstick smudged, she was the most beautiful woman Emily had ever seen. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Emily thought she might spontaneously combust if Camila started talking dirty, and she kissed her again, her hands cupping Camila’s ass, dragging her hips forward, and Camila groaned, a sound that Emily wanted to hear again and again.

“We should stop before we get carried away,” Camila said, pulling back, and the subdued passion in her voice sent a bolt of heat between Emily’s thighs.

“What’s wrong with getting carried away?” Emily asked.

Camila shook her head. “I don’t want to rush this.” She gazed at Emily longingly, but her voice was firm. “I want to do things properly.”

“Why can’t putting out on the third date be considered proper?”

“I wasn’t aware we had already been on two dates,” Camila said.

“Well, we’ve been out to dinner together twice, so technically this is our sex date, which means we’re right on schedule.”

“Those were not dates, and neither is this.”

“What is this, then?”

“Mm… This is me admitting my feelings and you acting like a horny teenager.”

Emily loved seeing the sparkle in Camila’s eye—it had been so long since she had seen her so relaxed and carefree.

“I can’t help that that’s what you reduce me to,” Emily said defensively. “Are you hungry? We could go get some food and call that a date.”

“I’d rather stay in.”

“Now who’s horny?”

Camila swatted at her playfully.

“We could order takeout.”

Camila nodded, and Emily stood up, lifting Camila with her and grinning when Camila squeaked, wrapping her arms around Emily’s shoulders and her legs around her waist.

Emily deposited her on the kitchen counter and rooted around in a drawer for a takeout menu.

“Was that really necessary?” Camila asked. Emily grinned at her.

“Yes, because we both know how strong I am”—she grinned impishly—“and how much you like that.”

Camila blushed, and Emily pushed up on the counter to reach her lips with a kiss, loving that she could do that now.

They ordered Chinese—including a double portion of potstickers to make up for what they had thrown out earlier—and sat on the couch to eat. Camila surfed through the TV channels until she found something to watch.

Emily was still in shock, couldn’t quite believe that she had her arm around Camila, whose head rested on Emily’s shoulder. Just yesterday she had lain on this couch in tears, wondering how the hell she would survive without seeing Camila every day.

Camila’s phone chirped, interrupting Emily’s reverie. It was Jaime calling to say goodnight, and Emily got up to move away so Camila had privacy, but Camila tugged her back.

“Hi, Mom.” Jaime sounded sleepy, and Emily pictured him with his eyes half-closed.

“Hi, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you going to do tomorrow?”

“Dunno.” Jaime spoke in one-word sentences when he was tired. “I think we might go watch baseball,” he said without enthusiasm.

“Well, have fun and be good for your father. Are you ready to go to sleep?”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Love you too, Jaime.”

Jaime hung up.

“You okay?” Emily asked. She knew how hard it was to not have her son with her.

“Yeah. It’s…it’s nice to have someone here when Jaime’s with his father. To not be alone in an empty apartment.”

Emily squeezed Camila closer, kissing the top of her head.

“Have you…have you told Jaime about this?” Emily gestured at the two of them, and Camila shook her head.

“No, I haven’t. It wouldn’t surprise me if he already knows—that boy of mine is very perceptive. But I didn’t want to get his hopes up before we had talked.”

“That makes sense.” Emily nodded. “I, um… Maybe we should wait a bit before we tell him, just to make sure things work out. Not that I think they won’t or that I’m trying to tell you how to parent your kid, but—”

“Emily, slow down.” Camila squeezed her hand. “I think you’re right. I think we should wait. Just for a little while.”

“Do you think he’ll be happy?”

“I think he’ll be over the moon. He’s already asked me why we aren’t married, you know.”

“Oh, he asked me that too. Think he was hinting at something?”

“Playing matchmaker, more like.”

Their food arrived, and they ate in comfortable silence. Emily was more relaxed with Camila than she had been in a long, long time.

“Do you, um, want to stay here tonight?” Emily asked a little later. They had streamed a movie but hadn’t watched much of it. They were stretched out on the couch, Camila dozing on Emily’s chest while Emily watched her breathe.

Camila cracked one eye open. “Are you propositioning me again?”

Emily brushed a strand of hair off of Camila’s face. “No, but you’re sleeping and your apartment is so far away.”

“It’s a five-minute drive, Emily.”

“But why leave when you could just stay here?”

“Mm, good point.” Camila opened both eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Come on.” She led Camila into her bedroom, and Emily dug through her drawers until she found a pair of pajamas that might fit her. “These are probably not what you’re used to, but—”

“They’re fine—they smell like you.”

Camila went to the bathroom to change. When she emerged wearing Emily’s pajamas and smelling like toothpaste, Emily was waiting for her. She pressed her back against the wall and kissed her long and hard, one hand tangled in her hair and the other around her waist.

“Mm, what was that for?”

“Just felt like it.” Emily shrugged, before slipping past Camila and into the