Page 18 of Effortless

Camilla headed for the front door. Tom was right behind her. He wanted to see that ass and those hips of hers sway as she walked, after all. The show she put on was damn good. He wasn’t disappointed.

Tom used the key Camilla had given him for her apartment to unlock the door. He barely got one foot inside the open concept space before Camilla had tossed her bag and jacket aside. In a blink, she was on him.

On fucking him.

She stood on tiptoes in her heels, fisted his shirt, and yanked him down for a bruising kiss. His arm snaked around her small waist to drag her closer—he wanted to feel more of her tight little body against his.

There was not one goddamn thing about her kiss that was innocent. Not a thing about it was sweet. She didn’t wait for him to deepen it. Instead, her tongue darted into his mouth to war with his, and then she pulled back just enough to bite his bottom lip.

Hard.

He let out a rush of air, and his cock hardened.

Camilla just laughed as she pushed a hand against his chest, and stepped away from him. She tossed a sexy wink over her shoulder as she headed for the back of the apartment. “Bedroom is this way, Tom.”

“So we’re just gonna get right to it, huh?”

“Did you come to play or fuck, Chicago?”

“It’s Tom, Cam.”

“Better make sure I don’t forget it then.”

Sweet Jesus, save me.

Tom didn’t know how to back down from a challenge. It wasn’t in his nature. The Rossi genes were full of stubborn, arrogant men who all liked to rise to the occasion. Him, included.

He darted after her, and discarded his shoes and jacket to the couch as he passed. He tugged his shirt up over his head as he stood in the doorway of her bedroom. Earthy tones colored the walls. Crystals sat along the dresser and window ledge. A deep red and black bedspread covered a four poster California king-size bed.

Camilla was already pulling down the zipper at the front of her silver bodycon dress. She grinned at him, leaning forward just enough to tease him as she pulled that damn zipper lower. Like she enjoyed taking her time, and making him guess what she looked like in nothing but skin and heels.

“Heels on or off?” she asked.

“I’m an ass and legs man, and they make yours look hot as hell. Definitely on, Cam.”

Her grin turned sexier, somehow.

“Thought so.”

With that, she pulled the zipper down to where it stopped at her navel. All he could see was the olive-tone of her skin, and the black silk covering her breasts. His mouth went dry as she pulled the shoulders of the dress down her arms, and her body shimmied back and forth. With each sway, the dress went lower, and Tom’s dick got harder.

Camilla licked her lips as she pushed the dress down over her hips, and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the discarded pile, and looked like an angel gracing his life.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

Collarbones that showed.

Unmarked skin.

Red lips that he’d like to bite, fuck, and more.

So much more.

“The longer you stare, Tom, the less we get to do. You should probably know, my pussy’s been wet since you walked into that party. Try not to make me wait. My patience is thin, and my attention is erratic.”

He didn’t need to be told again. It took three strides for him to reach her, and she already had an arm outstretched for him.

Cam grabbed the back of his neck, and dragged him in for another kiss that left him wishing he already had her on her knees or back. That black silk bra of hers came off easily under his skilled hand, and the surprise he found beneath it made him groan.