Chapter One hundred and sixty-one

Lana’s POV

Cameron’s eyes darkened considerably at my words, and his arms around my waist tightened, pushing me against the hard walls of his chest until it was almost too hard to breathe. I stifled my laughter.

“Should I not care about him?” I arched my brow. “His wife is dying, and don’t forget.”

“Don’t remind me.” He growled. “I understand his wife is dying, but from tomorrow on, you will stay by my side and hang only from my hands.”

I frowned. “I am not your jacket, Cameron.”

“And you are not his jacket either. I hate seeing you too close.” His mouth closed around mine, and his tongue knocked upon my teeth, begging me to open up. My mouth was ever willing, and he slid his tongue swiftly into mine, entangling it with mine.

“It’s like someone’s holding my heart and squeezing it.” He said this, pulling himself out of the kiss. “It hurts.”

Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. My body responded to him naturally, and the sleep that had fill