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My legs wound around his hips and Cameron dragged my body to the edge of the counter, grinding into me. He was still half-naked and I couldn’t resist reaching for his chest, tracing his abs with my fingers. His body was perfection, the hours of physical training and conditioning evident in the hard planes of his chest, the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders and thick biceps.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he rasped against my mouth as I continued painting patterns on his skin. The knowledge I affected him the way he affected me, was powerful. Heady.
And I wanted more.
I looped my other arm around his neck, anchoring us together, kissing him deeper. I’d kissed other guys before. Guys from The Alley and the odd party we’d gatecrashed. But I’d never kissed anyone like this. It was fire and ice. Two opposites coming together with dangerous consequences.
Cameron rolled into me again, his hard length hitting the right spot. “Oh God,” I moaned, a wave of need crashing over me. He was right. I wanted him.
I wanted Cameron Chase.
There was something very wrong with me to want the one thing I hated. But maybe Flick had been right. Maybe it had all been leading to this point.
“Not God, Sunshine,”—he nipped my ear—“Just Fourteen.”
Gripping his chin, I stared into Cameron’s stormy eyes. “You did not just refer to yourself as your team number?”
“I’m just a conceited jock, remember?” His brow arched, daring me to argue. But I wasn’t looking to go another round of verbal chess with him, so I smashed my lips to his, demanding more. Needing more.
Cameron’s fingers glided up my thighs to the edge of my panties and I froze. Kissing was one thing but letting him touch me... that was something else entirely.
“I need to feel you,” he said huskily. “And I know you want it. You’re practically riding my leg.”
My head rolled back against the mirror as I levelled him with a hard look. He chuckled again, gently sliding off my panties until they were a puddle on the floor. The marble felt cool against my thighs, but when Cameron stepped between my legs again, his boxer briefs tented, I forgot all about the sting. “Are you wet for me, Hailee?”
“Why don’t you find out?” I said, surprising us both. Cameron’s brow shot up as he leaned in to capture my lips again, pushing his tongue against mine with a hungry growl. His fingers slid through my wetness, teasing me.
Cameron broke the kiss, touching his head to mine, his eyes simmering with heat as he slowly worked a finger inside me. I wanted to move, to escape from his intense gaze. But he had me trapped. Ensnared. And when he curled his finger upward and rubbed, I was done. Cameron Chase owned me now, and I’d willingly handed myself over.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he choked out, adding a second finger, stretching me.
My eyes fluttered closed as he started working me, long slow strokes, rolling the pad of his thumb over my clit.
“Eyes open,” he demanded. “I want to see you when I make you come.”
I swallowed the snarky reply on the tip of my tongue, moaning instead, as my body began to shudder. “I...” My voice was lost as intense waves of pleasure began to roll over me. “More,” I breathed.
Cameron’s other hand glided up my stomach, brushing the side of my breast. I arched into him, pushing my chest out, needing more.
Needing everything.
“So eager,” he whispered against my lips.
“I’m going to... Oh God.” His finger rolled over my nipple sending a bolt of heat shooting through me. I could hardly breathe but it didn’t matter. Cameron had swept me up in his firestorm and I didn’t mind the burn.
In fact, I wanted to burn.
I wanted to throw myself right into the flames.
“I can feel you, Sunshine.” His voice lingered at the edge of my desire-induced delirium. “You’re close.”
I nodded, soft moan after soft moan spilling from my lips. Cameron did something with his fingers, something deeper, more intense, and my world exploded into tiny white stars. And there, on Cameron’s counter, drowning in pleasure, trying to catch my breath, I realized he wasn’t only dangerous on the field.
Cameron Chase was dangerous for my heart.
Cameron
Hailee’s body melted against me, her breathing rapid and her skin flushed. Fuck, she looked good on my bathroom counter in nothing but my jersey. I’d never let a girl wear my number before, but I had a strange desire to make sure she never took it off. Shit, Chase, get a grip.
