Never Letting You Go (Being Yours Novella Series Book 1) by Dawn Martens Page A

to find out I was still a virgin. He thought for sure I had given it up to Zach.
    The past year has just been amazing. I have hope that maybe, just maybe, Cameron finally feels the same way I do. He takes me out on dates all the time, usually to cheesy chick flick movies I want to see or the odd horror movie that actually looks good.
    When I host his work functions, I don’t order that gross finger food crap that is like over a hundred dollars a plate. No, I do homemade goodness. Connie and I take care of it. If I’m feeling ultra-lazy and don’t want Connie doing all of the work, I order pizza—lots and lots of pizza. I’ve been the talk of the town, known as the hostess who has the best food, and not some uppity snotty thing.
    “Morning,” he says in a deep husky voice, making me startle.
    “Morning,” I greet back.
    “You seemed deep in thought. What were you thinking?”
    I narrow my eyes at him. “How long were you awake?”
    He grins. “Long enough.”
    “Nothing, just daydreaming, I guess,” I say to him.
    “Mhm.” He leans up to me, kissing me softly, and then lays back down. “Mom is coming over this afternoon, says I have to stop keeping you all to myself.”
    I giggle. “Well, that’s true. You have to let me breathe sometimes.”
    His gaze turns hungry. “Oh, I’ll make you breathe, mainly while screaming out my name.”
    I whimper slightly as his hand reaches down and cups me between my legs.
    “God, yes.”
    “Cameron,” I breathe out. “Stop. We have to get up.”
    He tugs my panties to the side, tracing my slit. “We’ll get up later.”
    How can I argue when his fingers are teasing me? He continues to trace my lips, rubbing over my clit while kissing down my neck. “Mmmm,” I moan in response.
    “You like that?” he asks, stopping to pull my shirt off and remove my panties. “Need you naked.” He smiles as he pulls me down on the bed and settles between my legs, placing kisses along my thighs, alternating between the two, teasing me with his tongue.
    My fingers grasp his short hair, tugging as his mouth closes over my sensitive skin, kissing, teasing, and tasting me, while his fingers continue to work me over. His five o’clock shadow scrapes against my skin as he continues to drive me wild.
    “Best breakfast ever,” he compliments.
    “Hush, you.” I smack at his head playfully and shove his boxers down with my feet, ready for him to get naked, too.
    He kicks his plaid off and onto the floor, pushing himself up over me, covering my body with his. A year ago, I would have never thought it would be like this—Cam and me, lying here skin to skin, making love.
    “You’re amazing.” He bites my neck as he slides between my thighs. I arch up, meeting him mid-thrust. He pushes forward, our bodies joining in ecstasy, and it feels so good.
    Connie calls up the stairs, “Yoo-hoo, love birds, breakfast is served.”
    Cameron groans at the interruption, and I laugh. “Better make it quick, lover. Can’t have breakfast getting cold.”
    “It can rot. I’m taking my time.” He shoves my knees down, opening me wider, and pushes deeper inside me.
    “Oh, yes, Cam!” I cry out as he moves inside me, his hips grinding against mine. Perfection.

 
     
    Chapter 11
    Present
    Ava
    I can’t keep anything down. At all. There’s only one reason this would happen. As I’m sitting in my bathroom, on the toilet, waiting for the test to give me an answer, I panic. What am I going to do? Will this hurt the divorce proceedings? Do I even have to tell Cameron?
    Well, the last one is a no brainer. Of course I do, because if not, I know my mom; she’ll drive to him herself and tell him. A knock on the bathroom door snaps me out of my panic.
    “Well, what does it say?” Mom asks through the door.
    “One more minute,” I shout back.
    The door creaks open. “You know, you don’t have to wait. Usually, if you’re pregnant, it shows up pretty fast. Trust me. I took a test with you, and