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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Adrianna’s hands shook and her fingers twirled around the tip of her ponytail. Her throat grew dryer the closer they got to the door. Chase and Luciana had offered to take Bron to Chelsea Piers for bowling and laser tag, so her parents could talk. She and Cam were alone for the evening and the time for the truth had finally come. She owed him that. He’d been amazing to Bron. He had been patient, which was not a word she ever would have associated with Cam. But he had given her time, had accepted Bron without questions and with love.
Love flourished in her heart. He told the press about their child, which was the equivalent of shouting it from the roof. The way he’d said Bron was his daughter with so much pride still made it hard for her to breathe. The ride home next to him, pressed to his side, had been pure torture. His scent, musk with spicy tones, hung around her like a curtain. Heat pooled in her belly and between her legs. She pressed them together, trying to alleviate the flutter in her core. The need pulsated through her body and she almost came off the seat when he’d grabbed her hand to help her out of the car.
She wasn’t going to last this way. She needed to calm down because tonight she had to tell him the truth. Even if it hurt like hell and he didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. It was only fair. But she couldn’t think past his massive shoulders or how good he looked in his gray shirt or how his big hands wrapped around the door knob. The click of the lock reverberated through her whole body.
Her inner muscles clenched and the moan flew out of her mouth.
He whipped around to face her, trapping her in his gaze and she could have sworn the same fire inside her burnt in him.
His fingers reached for her arm and he guided her inside the house. The door slammed shut and in her next breath, she was pressed against it. She wanted to tell him to slow down so they could talk first. But his mouth crashed against hers. His lips moving over hers with hungry intent and hers, having been starved for so long, welcomed the invasion of his tongue, parting. She wanted all of him, his mouth, his hands, his body, the cock nestled between her legs. Thank god for the five-inch heels that had her eye to eye, mouth to mouth, hips to hips with him.
She bucked her hips, getting full contact with his erection and pressing closer for friction. Heat spread over her body and her blood rushed to her head. He groaned against her lips, her knees giving out. His hands steadied her, settling at her hips. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he rubbed himself against her until she gasped. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she spread her legs wider, pushing forward.
“Tell me you want me.” He flicked his hips against hers.
There wouldn’t be any talking tonight either. The talk could wait. The world could wait. “I want you, Cam,” she breathed out.
“I want you too. So much, Adri.”
“Then take me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Her words came out louder than she meant them to, rougher than she wanted them to. She wasn’t sorry. Not when he turned those cat eyes on her or when he reached under her dress and tugged at her panties.
“I can smell you, Adri. Is it still the same? Sweet spices and flowers. I need to know it’s still you.”
He squatted in front of her, sliding her panties down her thighs, past her knees. She leaned her head back, resting it against the door.
Her panties tickled down her freshly waxed legs. She was grateful for the Buff and Glow treatment she’d gotten at the spa but when his lips pressed against her thighs, her head reared forward, and reason flew out the door.
Cam lifted one of her limbs and rested it on his shoulder. His head disappearing under her dress, his mouth paving a wet trail up. He sucked in a gulp of air.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Adri,” he said and followed it with a long slow lap of his tongue. “Peaches and glory.”
The tickling sensation built, breaking out fresh waves of need in her body. “Again,” she panted, helpless to the rush.
His tongue flicked again, a slow brush from the bottom to the top of her swollen petals that made her chest expand. Her hands grasped a chunk of his hair, holding him in place. She pushed her hips forward, urging him. She needed more tongue, more friction, more Cam.
His fingers pressed against her, opening her, and she almost came off the wall, but he held her hips with his forearms at her thighs. His chuckle vibrated against her skin but he wouldn’t look at her. She could barely make out the outline of his head, the low light of the foyer bathed over their skin and he was almost anonymous. And that’s not what she wanted. She wanted to see him. She needed to witness his undoing of her. She couldn’t let it be like the past when she only fantasized about him when she was with others. She didn’t want to press her lips together or have to swallow his name.
But he spread her for his mouth and began to lick over her clit in rhythmic and cadenced laps and swirls. The air became trapped in her body and expanded her with each flick. She dropped her hands from his hair, her eyes frantically searching for something to hold on to. Adrianna was trying to brace herself but he wouldn’t let her. He slid two fingers inside her and sucked her nubbin intohismouth, strangling a gasp so loud it echoed off the walls.
She shattered, her legs finally giving out, and she slid—more like melted like a rag doll—against the door.
Cam rose, his body gliding up against hers. The smile on his lips triumphant but tight at the corners. His breath a little labored and the massive reason nestled in the apex of her legs.
She wanted to say so much but her words had gone away. He attacked her mouth, his hips rocking against her, unleashing a fresh surge of desire. The craving he’d just satisfied stormed through her once more. She was wet and wanting him, again.
She returned his kiss with hunger and her eager hands fumbled with his belt. She needed him free, in her palm, in the pussy that clenched and released, greedy for his cock.
Her fingers closed around him. He was so hot, so thick, so long she quivered. “Cam, oh, Cam.”
Her fingers slid along his length, her mouth watered just thinking that he would be inside her soon. She needed him and couldn’t wait.
“You remember what I like?”
“It’s going to be torture,” he rasped against her mouth.
