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“You know, it’s your favorite way to wake up.”
She couldn’t deny it. She’d refused Blake the first time he’d wanted to feast on her. Now, four days later, he was obsessed.
“Blake, let me get in the shower first.”
“Why?” His fingers gripped her hips, stopping her retreat. “I love the way you taste.Wetaste. Love your smell.Oursmell.” Blake lifted his head and captured her gaze. “I thought we were past your quest for perfection.”
“I just want to be right for you. I don’t want to turn you off.”
“Baby, do I look like I’m not into you?”
Cameron sat up, displacing him and pulling the sheet over her legs. Legs that craved his return. “It’s not that…” She folded a corner of the sheet open and closed. Working her restless fingers.
“Cam-Cam, talk to me. The past few days have been great, but I feel like a shadow is closing in on the cabin. Looming larger with every passing moment.”
“You’re imagining things.”
“No, I’m fucking not.” Blake stood up, his erection waving with his words as he argued. Naked arguments probably would solve all the world’s problems. No need for diplomats.
“Cameron,” he snapped his fingers, breaking her dick trance. “I want you to talk to me. Even when it’s about something you think I won’t like.” He sat down beside her. Her body rolled into the mattress’s dip as the sheets slid down. Distracting him with a glimpse of her ass. He smoothed the curve of her back before palming her butt cheeks.
Yep, naked arguments were the way to go.
“I know we need to talk. But you’re so fucking fine. It will have to wait until after breakfast.”
“I don’t feel like eating.”
Golden lights shimmered in his hazel eyes as Blake pulled back the sheet, kissing his way down the newly exposed skin. His husky whisper set her knees to trembling. “You may not, but my favorite meal is right here. All you need to do is lay back and relax.”
He nuzzled her mound with soft puffs of air. His beard caressed her inner thighs like the faintest brush of a panther’s fur.
“Oh, God,” she hissed. As his tongue swiped up, the sharp sword flicked her inner switch, turning on every conduit in her body.
He was electrifying. Hands down, the best lover she’d ever had. He’d taken her rough and demanding. Pounding her surrender out with each thrust in. Working her as if he didn’t realize she’d raised her white flag and given in to his demands.
Blake’s rough loving was exhilarating. Thrilling, but when he slowed it down, he took gentle nips along her pussy lips as if he held a delicate rose. Licking his way between the creases of her petals, nudging each one apart with soft kisses, while his fingers curved into her passageway like tentacles, sucking out her sodden response.
He worked her until she soaked his face in her juices. Didn’t stop when her body thrummed in cataclysmic jerks and rhythmless dances.
Working her until she went crazy with coarse, cursing demands to“give me that dick, right—damn—now, before I flip you over and take it…”
Then he’d growl and comply. Grating his answer in a voice, broken and cracked with desire. “You don’t have to take what belongs to you.” Those words would send her careening over the edge again. While he made his way up her body, wiping his beard in a damp trail, rubbing her essence into her belly and breasts as he sucked his way up to her mouth. Claiming it as he dove into her again and again.
Cameron savored each memory like the last bite of melting ice cream. Her nails raked through his hair, steering him closer, deeper. Tilting her pelvis to meet his thrusting tongue. “Blake,” she moaned. Wanting nothing. Wantingeverything.
This moment.This, right here.Damn, would she have anything after this week other than memories? Memories–pearls on a broken strand–held them together only by the firm grip that refused to let them go.
“Blake,” she wailed again as he increased his tempo. His head lifted, and his hazel eyes singed hers before he returned to working her.
The burning glance was enough to ground her into the moment. Her thighs jerked and lifted while her pussy opened and closed like a fist around his fingers, but he never stopped. Not when she lifted her hips, pulled his hair, or battered his sides. She didn’t finish until he let her. Then he slid up and inside her body in one fluid motion. Capturing the waves coursing through her body and riding with her until they collapsed on the bed. Wrecked and ruined together.
* * *
“If I see another avocado…” Blake grumbled as he bit into his avocado toast boxed brunch.
Cameron had to give it to him. She’d ordered the veggie meal plan for their stay, and he’d rolled with it. The resort had been a little heavy on the avocados, adding them into smoothies, sandwiches, and stir-fry. She was a little sick of them herself. But Blake survived—thrived. What made her forget he was a man who conquered every challenge? Swimming in Speedos, dammit, Blake had looked so good she’d stripped them off the minute they were alone. The dance lessons he’d balked at; he’d mastered the salsa with the instructor. Cameron had watched until she’d been too jealous to watch anymore and almost ended the class. When it was her turn, he’d spun her into his arms and gave her a kiss that made them forget their classmates. Blake whispered; they’d finish with a naked tango later. Then he turned her red-faced and heart pounding into the arms of the next student. Everyone wanted to practice with Blake.
Was she just another challenge? She looked down at her plate, and her heart congealed like the sunny-side-up egg they’d neglected while they played.
