“Good to hear,” she whispered, “because I have plans for you tonight.”
14
CAMI
One minute I was bold and seductive. The next, when he untied the halter of my dress and it fell to my waist, I was shy and awkward. I had always been embarrassed to be naked with a new man for the first time, but not like this.
Kyle ran his hands over my breasts, stroking my nipples, and I arched, melting into his touch. The shyness receded a bit. But when I opened my eyes to see him openly gazing at me, I blushed from my face down to my neck and shoulders and then my whole body.
His hands stilled, then moved to my shoulders. “Cam, what is it? Should I stop?”
“Don’t you dare! It took days to get you back to where we started Monday morning.”
“Me? Baby, I’ve been here all along. I’ve been waiting for you. And I can wait?—”
I pressed my finger over his lips. “I don’t want to wait. I want you tonight. It just takes me a while to feel comfortable.”
He hugged me to him. “Let’s slow down then. Tell me what I can do to put you at ease.”
“A bed would be nice,” I whispered in his ear.
“Only if you’re sure.”
There it was again. His kindness. The way he took care of me. It was what kept drawing me to him, stirring my blood, making me want him.
I grasped the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. I dropped it on the floor beside us. “Is that sure enough for you?”
He grinned. “Getting there.”
I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on top of my dress. “Getting warmer?
“Oh, yeah.”
I pressed against him again, this time skin to skin, and kissed him long and slow. He held on to me and stood, not breaking our kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and he carried me through the living room. I fumbled clumsily, trying to get my hands between us to undo his shorts, ready to feel more of him against me.
He stopped in the wide doorway between the living room and entry hall and leaned against the doorjamb. Pulling one arm tighter, he let go of me with the other and undid his shorts. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them and kicked them away. I traced one hand down his chest, to his belly, then lower to the trail of hair that led down into his boxer briefs. He moaned into my mouth and I moved my hips, rubbing against him, making us both breathless.
With both arms around me again, he carried me to the stairs. Two steps up, I slid my hand down the front of hisbriefs and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He paused and leaned against the railing.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he panted. He pulled my hand away.
“Hey, I was enjoying that.”
“Christ, me too. A little too much.” He nuzzled my neck under my ear. “But right now I need to taste you.”
Heat rushed through me again, this time more lust than embarrassment. He sat me down on the stairs and slid my pink lace panties slowly down my thighs, over my knees and calves, and pulled them off over my feet. The hardwood floor was cool on my bare ass. I wriggled, enticing him, while he stared down at me.
“Gorgeous,” he said, running his hands back over my breasts. Kneeling on the step below me, he bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth while pebbling the other with his deft fingers.
He worked me into a near frenzy, then pulled away, leaving me grasping for him. He kissed his way down my belly. He slid his hand between my thighs. His gaze raked over every inch of me. “So gorgeous,” he murmured again as he focused on the small, neatly trimmed triangle between my legs.
His words made me confident. Bold. I parted my legs for him, one inch, then another, and another. He stroked one finger down over the pink tip of my clit, watching me get wet for him. He bent his head, pressing soft kisses to my thighs. He licked my clit and sent a shockwave straight to my core. I lifted my hips up off the stair, inviting him, begging him.
He kissed and nibbled and sucked and stroked, his fingers and lips and tongue working magic on me. I spread my legs wider, taking everything he wanted to give me. My body was taut with pent-up desire. The familiar ache ofbuilding pressure caught me off-guard. I was never this responsive with a man the first time. Never this open. Never this wanton.
I threaded my fingers in his hair and arched again, taking his mouth, taking it all. The pressure balanced on the knife’s edge of pain. And then the dam burst, sending pleasure spilling through my body in wave after blissful wave.
Before I could catch my breath or even open my eyes, Kyle picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. His heart pounded against my chest. He threw back the bedspread and sheets and lay me width-wise on his bed. I scooted closer to the edge and slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and to push them down his thighs. He slid them the rest of the way off and kicked them away.
