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His name on her lips is heaven. He can’t wait to make her say it again and again. Whimper it and whisper it and moan it low and long as he fucks her into bliss.
‘Something to think about between now and getting back to the hotel.’
Jules locks her arms behind his shoulders. ‘No.’
‘No?’
‘No. Haven’t you been listening to me? You’ve had me dripping for you since that little stunt on the balcony.’ She leans up quickly to nip at his lower lip and pleasure races right down his front to where he’s already hard and aching. ‘You do not get to rile me up, again, and leave me aching for you while we go make nice with your sister.’
The words sucker punch desire deeper into his bones. ‘I don’t, huh?’
‘No,’ she growls.
‘What do you want me to do about it?’
Jules backs herself against the wall and drags his body by his jacket lapels onto her. She kisses him like an attack but Cameron doesn’t hate it. Not one bit. Her leg lifts up over his hip and she grinds hard, her core against the steely heat of him. Cameron grips her thigh with one hand and gets the other up at the nape of her neck. Her skin is fevered beneath his hand. If he couldn’t hear the unsteady thrum of his own pulse in his ears, he would swear this was a dream.
She stares into his eyes and he’s at her mercy. Her gaze gives off enough heat he’s glad there’s no-one else around to be drawn in by her. She’s so different from last night. There’s no hesitancy, no second-guessing. Something must’ve changed between then and now and whatever it is, Cameron’s all for it. Confident Jules, shy Jules, impatient Jules, desperate Jules. He’ll take any and all and be a happy man. For a week. For longer.
It’s a split-second’s thought that has his gut lurching, before Jules smashes through it and it disappears from his consciousness.
Her hand circles his wrist with a strong grip and she maintains the eye-contact as she says, ‘I want you to get me off right here and now.’
Cameron’s heart slams against his chest as she guides his hand up her thigh to her underwear. ‘Hard and fast. No more teasing.’
She pulls her underwear aside and Cameron can’t help dragging a finger slowly between her slick folds. ‘Fucking hell, Jules. You weren’t lying about being wet.’
His dick twitches. She’s been sitting beside him all night like this. Ready for him.
‘I’m too on edge to lie. I wasn’t lying about you making me throw out the rule book either. Now hurry up, or I’ll—’
Cameron plunges two fingers inside her. Jules’s head snaps back and she groans loud before biting down on her lip. Cameron sets a brutal pace but Jules matches him from the off. She moves against his hands with the desperate energy that only a truly horny person can achieve. Her eyes are shut tight and her head is thrown back, exposing that gorgeous neck and all that skin to his lips. She’s fucking beautiful, chasing her bliss. Her skin flushes pink and that spot on her neck that makes her quiver calls to him. He licks at it before nipping the skin lightly. Jules’s fingers dig into his biceps. She rides his fingers like a pro, but he can tell by the whimpers she needs more.
Cameron brings his thumb into play on that bundle of nerves, rubbing tight circles. His other hand fixes onto her breast and kneads. The top of her dress is too goddamn tight for him to take the time to wriggle his fingers beneath the hem and directly onto her skin, but he can feel her nipple peak beneath the fabric and he flicks a finger over it, while he bends the fingers inside her, trying to find that spot that makes her—
Jules clenches around him in a silent orgasm, shaking through it while he keeps moving his fingers until she whimpers, her whole body loosening as she slumps back against the wall.
Her eyes flutter open and she fixes her attention on him, breathing heavily. ‘I needed that.’
He can see in her eyes that all he’s done is take the edge off. Her gaze travels down his torso, dick twitching in his pants as her pupils blow out again.
He can feel the ghost of her hands on him when his sister’s voice calls out. ‘Cameron?’
‘Shit. That’s Carrie.’ He adjusts himself in his briefs, rebuttoning his shirt and smoothing it out. Jules’s lipstick has smudged off and she’s flushed, but hopefully Carrie only assumes they’ve been kissing. Still bad, and no doubt she’ll be texting Chloe as soon as his back is turned, but it’s more palatable than her knowing Cameron got Jules off with his fingers in a semi-public place.
Jules makes a noise of annoyance. ‘But I didn’t even get—’
‘Later.’ He presses a fierce kiss to her mouth.
It’s probably for the best. He’s so riled up she’ll barely get her hand around him and he’ll go off like a teen being touched for the first time. Better to save his dignity.
Chapter 15
Cameron’s fingers, the ones inside her a half-hour ago, squeeze her hand as they hurry down the corridor to his hotel room, Jules vibrating with need. The green room was cool to explore and Carrie is someone Jules could easily be friends with, but Cameron wearing a suit with his hair mussed from her fingers running through it was too great a temptation. She rushed through a farewell as soon as was polite. Now, her flushed skin and damp panties are a reminder of what they’ve just done.
They had semi-public sex. And she was the one who initiated it.
What’s gotten into her? This confidence and ability to ask for what she wants without first spending hours convincing herself is so unlike her. It took her months to find that comfort with all her exes, yet something about Cameron alleviates all worries and doubts about voicing her desires. The need inside her may be explained by her three years of abstinence, but that confidence can’t be.
