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It’s Cameron. His heat and his presence and the sure way he touches her. The way he looks at her with those caramel eyes, like he’s touching her even when he isn’t, like he’s seeing right into her thoughts and he likes them. How he’s not shy in telling her how she makes him feel so she knows she isn’t drowning in desire alone. She needs him to touch her properly again.
He does the second they’re in his room, pinning her against the wall and kissing her, wasting no time in licking his way into her mouth. Jules melts into him, sweeping her hands up his back, feeling the strength of him. She’d fantasised about undressing him slowly but abandons the idea as his fingers dive between the panelled layers of the skirt, zinging tracks of heat over her skin.
‘Careful with the dress,’ she warns. ‘Chloe needs it returned undamaged.’
‘Let’s get it off you then.’ Cameron’s fingers search the dress for a zipper. ‘I’ve been hard for hours and I need to be inside you.’
‘I’ve got it.’ Jules pushes his hands off her, sure he won’t read it as dismissal, and reaches for the invisible zip at her side. ‘You do you and I’ll do me.’
‘I thought we were doing each other,’ he jokes, jacket already off and thrown away, shoes and socks tugged off.
‘Strip, Cameron. I want you in me fast, too.’
Her dress hits the floor and she wastes a few seconds laying it on the back of a chair before sitting on a corner of the bed to watch Cameron complete the world’s fastest strip tease. It still manages to send Jules’s blood to her needy clit as his shirt gets yanked over his head, and his pants and briefs are shucked quickly, leaving him naked and proudly erect in front of her.
‘You’re beautiful,’ she says, gaze travelling up his body as he walks to her.
‘We’ve been over this. You mean ‘sexy’, or ‘irresistible’, or—Fuck.’
Jules wraps her hand around his cock and puts her mouth on him. He’s right there and she needs to taste. Salt and musk and Cameron coat her tongue as she moves up and down his length, learning the feel and taste of him. She swirls her tongue around the head before dropping back down, settling into a rhythm with mouth and hand.
‘Jules.’ Cameron’s hands stroke over her hair before fisting in the strands.
She grabs the back of his muscled thigh to pull him closer, sucking his pleasure out, feeling herself become wetter with every noise he makes above her. Throaty grunts and rough exhales and aborted curses. Compliments in that rough voice that let her know they’re finding pleasure together. ‘You feel so good’ and ‘Your mouth, Jules, fuck’.
‘Stop, stop,’ he pants, hands dropping onto her shoulders. ‘I want to come inside you.’
Jules pulls back, staring at his wet cock, so stiff and red in front of her. She tilts her hips and grinds herself against the mattress, seeking to relieve her clit’s pulsing need.
‘Fuck, you’re—’ Cameron’s gaze drops to her rotating hips. His chest rises and falls unsteadily, and a lickable sheen covers his torso. ‘I need to be inside you. Now. I want you doing that while you’re riding me.’
‘Hurry up, then.’
Despite his words, he drops to his knees in front of her, bracketing her flushed face with his hands and kissing her hungrily. ‘You’re so demanding tonight.’
‘Yeah, well.’ Jules rotates her hips into the mattress again, unable to look away from Cameron’s eyes, the ones that wrap her in a caramel cocoon and make her beautifully brave, even as a wedge of vulnerability slices through her desire. ‘I feel confident around you. Like I can be honest about what I want.’
Cameron’s hands tighten on her face and he sucks in a harsh breath. ‘You can be. Always.’
‘Will you do the same?’ Her heart’s on fire as she asks. It’s about sex, but it goes deeper than that. For her, at least.
‘Yes. Yes.’
His thumb rubs along her cheekbone a moment before his hands drop to her waist, thumbs skimming the sides of her breasts on the way down. Her skin pulls tight, nipples hardening. She watches Cameron stare at them as they do, need bare on his face.
She grabs his arm and pulls him up to lean over her body. He kisses her as they scramble up the bed, skin sliding and hands reaching, until Jules goes to roll him onto his back and realises.
‘Oh, shit. I don’t have any condoms on me this time.’
‘Hang on a sec.’ Cameron reaches across to the bedside table. His pec hovers tantalisingly over her mouth for a second before he pulls his arm back, clutching a box of condoms. ‘I grabbed some on the way back from my run this morning.’
Jules digs into the box for one. ‘Clever. Smart. Genius.’
‘It wasn’t done altruistically.’
Cameron throws the box onto the floor and presses his chest into her body, laying her flat on the bed.
Jules shivers. ‘I find it very sexy that you used the word ‘altruistically’ while we’re having sex.’
