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Cameras would be Scott Electronics’ next project. It wasn’t on the things-to-do list but fuck it. He always went with his gut. Looking for things he needed but couldn’t find. And heneededa camera. One that could capture her in every glorious detail, then download and save it in his mind forever. His fucking memory had glitched. Never gave him the technicolor glory of the woman. It hadn’t captured the soft pant of her breath as her round breasts rose and fell. The way her eyes glittered as if the sun were shining out of them. Like lavender and sage, her scent teased his nose with every inhale. Camera makers had it all wrong, every time they attempted to save a two-dimensional image. Flatten and sterilize it. Stripping all the beauty out of the moment.
He shook his head and reached for her jeans. Why jeans? They slowed down the process. As soon as he visited her closet, he would burn every pair. As much as he hated her damn suits, he’d kill to have her in a skirt right now. One he could flip up and pull the panties to the side and plunge his dick into the sleeve of her pussy.
“The fuck? I wasn’t waiting. I haven’t been with a woman in two fucking years. Your damn kiss ruined me, and you couldn’t even mention it.”
“I thought you’d blacked out and forgot about it.”
“I was drunk and high. I don’t even know what the hell someone gave me to smoke, but I haven’t smoked since.” His eyes brushed her body again as he peeled the jeans down. “I never want to forget this or cloud my memory.”
His eyes lingered on the long curves and golden gloss of the sun on her brown legs. The rays draped across her body through the sheer curtains as he peeled her tank top off.No ripping this time.Not that he wasn’t just as frantic. Desperate to have her, to see if she felt and tasted as mouthwatering as she looked.
The damn Speedos she’d given him as a joke strained his dick, testing the Lycra material. It wouldn’t have surprised him if it ripped apart and slingshot across the room.
He kissed her lips, reveling in the taste of her. She’d had something citrusy, and the flavor burst against his tongue. But it wasn’t enough to dampen her natural flavor of sugar and sin. Like the honeyed jalapenos, they’d tried during a visit to Morocco. Her kiss was sweet fire, burning its way to his core. Etching her essence into his soul. Until he could only crave… More.
“Cameron, what did you do to me? Did you lace the water with an aphrodisiac? You didn’t need to. All you needed to give me was you.”
He murmured the words against her skin. Demanding answers even as he slid down to her collarbone and bit. Not the soft nip some other lover might have given her. No, this was a claiming bite. A bite that said mine. He kept the slightest hold on his restraint and didn’t draw blood. But damn, he wanted to.
She gave a sharp hiss as he released her neck. Her eyes flaring. From passion or pain? “I’m not like your previous boys. When I take you. You’re going to feel it. Love you like a man who knows the woman in his arms is his. And his alone.” He slid around to the other side of her neck. Sucking the space between its base and her collarbone before giving another bite.
“You know how I know you’ve never had a man in your bed?”
“I’ve been with guys before, Blake.”
The sass in her voice as she told him that shit made him want to execute every one. Every damn lover she’d had should be lined up before a firing squad and dropped.
He slid down her body, cradling himself between her sweet thighs and burying his head between her breasts. “I know you haven’t had a man. Because a man wouldn’t have let you go.”
He wiggled his erection against her mound, using the stiff ridge to nuzzle her lips apart and grind on her clit.
She moaned again. The sweetest music, and he needed the complete song, playing on repeat.
He brought his hands together to mountain her breasts, opening his mouth wide to suck as much as he could without choking. Pulling back to blow on the wet nipple and watch as the dark wrinkled raisin ironed itself into a stiff column. Seeking and searching for its way back into his mouth. While she continued singing her moan-song.
“I’m not letting you go, Cameron. Not after this. I wouldn’t have anyway, but not now.”
She moaned and added ‘mm-hmm’ to her melody. Cameron wasn’t getting it. Had he played so many times with her, she didn’t realize when the game ended.
“Cameron, open your eyes. Look at me.”
She shook her head.
Blake leaned down and grabbed the other breast with his mouth. Sucking it like he did her twin. Twisting it the way her body told him it enjoyed. Sucking the breast into his mouth and nipping the tip as he pulled away. Letting his words cool the fevered tip demanding the return of his lips.
“Cameron, you’re mine. You’re not going any-fucking-where. Say it.”
Dazed chocolate eyes met his. Her pupils dilated and blown until all that stared back at him were black orbs swimming in a turbulent white sea. “Say what?”
He bit down on her for that.
She yelped, even though he still kept hold of his restraint. But it was slipping. Each time she denied him his command, it loosened a little more. Demanding that he show her rather than tell her who she belonged to. “Say it, dammit, and put us both out of our misery.”
He pulled the Speedos down and rotated his dickhead in a circle on her nub. Their two erections bumping and grinding, the friction eased by the natural lube draining from both.
“Cameron!” He shouted as she arched up, her legs locking around his ass as she frantically pumped his rod.
“I’m yours. I’m not going any-fucking-where.”
