Cam squeezed her hand, his eyes riveted on hers. “You’re sure.”
Steeling herself, she nodded. “Just tonight. That’s all we have, and I want you.” She was proud that her voice remained steady.
He made a sound, half groan, half growl, then dove at her, tugging her closer as his mouth claimed hers. Hard. His other hand slipped under her shirt and palmed her breast through her bra. With a deeper growl, he said, “You’re wearing too many damn clothes.”
She shoved his flannel shirt from his shoulders. “You too.” Somehow, they stopped kissing long enough to undress. Though the room was warm and the fire blazed, her skin broke out in goosebumps as he trailed a finger along her jaw. Then, his look intense, his stormy eyes as gray as she’d ever seen, he ran a finger slowly down her sternum. He pressed a series of kisses along her clavicle on both sides. Her skin tingled, and she shivered.
He gave a low moan. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He caressed her hip, then pulled her tight against him. He was hard. “You’re sure?” Still, he hesitated, his gaze fixed on hers.
“Please, Cam. I need you to make me feel alive.” Her breathless voice couldn’t contain her longing.
He closed his eyes and inhaled.
She held her breath, certain he would decline.
She swallowed. “I want you. Not someone. You. Tonight.” She rested a hand on his face, feeling the prickle of his short stubble. Her other hand rested on his chest.
Cam’s skin was hot and smooth but solid. For weeks, she’d tried not to watch him without his shirt on as he shaved, but she’d admired him all the same. His broad shoulders and slim fingers. For weeks, she’d yearned to touch him. Now, she had a chance. Her hand drifted lower. His chest hair was soft. She stood on her toes again, pulling his head to hers so she could kiss him.
Perhaps her lips were the signal as his lips devoured hers, and his hands roamed everywhere, setting her on fire.
“Sweetheart, you’re so slick.” His fingers traced her wetness. “Get on the bed. I want to taste you.”
She went, sliding up the mattress, keeping her gaze on his. She loved the predatory gleam as he tracked her motion.
“I want to look at you.” His voice was deep and gruff as he strode nearer.
She hadn’t experienced his bossy side. In this context, she loved how hot it made her.
“You shaved for me.” He stalked to the end of the bed.
She nodded, her cheeks warming.
“You planned this all day, didn’t you?” His gray eyes were as dark as charcoal.
She nodded and licked her lips. She hadn’t been sure of her courage, but she’d been certain of her desire.
“Show me how you’ll touch yourself when I’m gone.” His chest heaved.
Her hand dipped lower. She was so wet she was almost embarrassed until it was clear he enjoyed watching. She slid one finger through her folds. He groaned, his gaze intent.
“Suck your finger.” His erection bobbed as he knelt between her legs. He still hadn’t touched her, and she might come from his blazing eyes alone.
She did as he asked.
“I want to devour you.”
She nodded, afraid to speak and break this spell, unable to look away. Her breath grew ragged.
“Say what you want again.” He dragged one finger through her core, nudging against her most sensitive place. He swirled his fingers, and her eyes rolled back. She pressed against the bed as her hips bucked, unable to remain still.
“Lick me. Fuck me. Make me come. Make me think of you every time I touch myself. Please, Cam.” Her voice was quiet but intense as it escaped.
With one hand touching her stomach, he pushed her flat. “If you change your mind, tell me to stop.”
His first lick traveled slowly upward. He made humming noises against her skin. “So fucking delicious.” With his tongue flat, he licked her again, applying a little more pressure.
She moaned. The next taste was like their first kiss, soft at first, then so wet and dirty she came at once. Both fists bunched the bedcovers. Heat flooded everywhere, and she screamed as she shuddered, the orgasm shattering her. He continued, slowing until her trembling ceased.
