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Rubbing my face into my pillow, I groan at the light coming in through my window. It’s too damn early and I want nothing more than to stay right where I am plastered against the warm body beside me. I duck my head, nuzzling farthing into the scent I have grown to know recently.
The body beside me stiffens and I flex my hips forward, bringing us closer together.
“Camden,” a voice whispers from near me. I must still be dreaming because the warm body that angelic voice belongs to wasn’t with me when I went to bed last night.
“Just a few more minutes,” I tell myself, not wanting to wake up from the dream I must be in. My hand, which is against a warm stomach, travels up and I grab hold of a soft, full breast. My dream angel is Blaire. I would know the feel of her in my hands even when I’m sleeping.
There is a gasp from near me and the body plastered to me goes from still to stone. I peek one of my eyes open and see the back of a dark head of hair. Leaning forward, Blaire’s face comes into view and her eyes are wide-open.
It wasn’t a dream. I was groping Blaire for real and pressing my morning wood against her back.
“Fuck!” I shout, ripping my hand out from under her shirt. I shoot away from her until my back is pressed against the headboard. “Blaire, baby, I am so sorry. I was asleep. I don’t even remember coming in here.”
“It’s okay,” she says softly, moving from where she is lying on her side and avoiding looking at me.
I run my hands through my hair, cursing myself for somehow coming into my room during the night. Last thing I remember was taking a cold shower, needing to cool down after the hot-as-hell kiss we shared, and changing into a pair of sweats before falling asleep on the couch last night. Not sure how between then and now I ended up in my bed with Blaire against me.
“It’s not okay. I shouldn’t have been in here. I definitely should not have been touching you like that.” Fuck, I hope this doesn’t scare her off.
Blaire scoots up on the bed, sitting beside me with her back to the headboard as well. “It’s your room, Camden. I’m sure you came in here subconsciously. I must have forgotten to lock the door like I usually do.” She’s looking up at me now and I take in how beautiful she is in the morning. Her hair is a mess, going in all different directions. Her skin seems brighter and her eyes have a dreamy look in them.
“God, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” I say without thinking. She blushes and ducks her head. I reach forward and pull her face back up by the chin. “Don’t do that. I wasn’t done looking at you.”
She smiles and leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re making it really difficult not to fall for you, Camden Collins.”
I smile against her lips. “It’s all part of my charm, baby.”
Putting my hand on the back of her neck, I bring her forward and deepen the kiss. Even though how I acted this morning would have had me thinking she would pull away, Blaire leans more into me, resting her hands against my bare chest. My other hand travels down her body, skimming the outside of her breast and resting on her hip. She pushes her body more into mine, so we are chest to chest now.
The angle is uncomfortable, but I want nothing more than to continue kissing and touching this beautiful woman in my bed. Without thinking, both hands grip her waist and I’m moving her to my lap, straddling me. She gasps, breaking the kiss and looking down at me.
“Slow. I promise,” I tell her, giving her hips a little squeeze of reassurance.
She nods and bends down, crashing her lips down to mine again.
I’ve never considered making out that much of an enjoyment. It was more of something you needed to do to get to the good stuff: sex. But while I know sex with Blaire would be epic beyond my imagination, kissing her and having my hands on her sexy body makes me more than happy.
She shifts her hips and I groan. The movement brings her core directly into contact with my hard-as-a-rock dick. Her lips freeze against mine and she moves her hips again, torturing me. Her eyes close and she throws her head back, basking in the feel of me against her most sensitive area. I watch her as she shifts her hips back and forth, and back and forth, completely lost in herself as she gets herself off on me. Seeing her like this is unbelievably sexy. It’s as if she has let her guard down and allowed herself this enjoyment.
Part of me thinks she has completely forgotten I’m here, too focused on enjoying the feeling of herself against me. I grip her hips, slowing her movements, and she latches onto my shoulders. Her body begins to shake, and her eyes widen as an orgasm takes over. I move her hips faster, hitting just the right spot, and she cries out my name, the sound more beautiful than anything I’ve heard before. The friction of her grinding against me has me coming right behind her, like a damn teenager, in my pants and holding tight to her waist, pushing her down and holding her to me.
Slumped against my chest, I feel her steady breaths against my neck. “Baby, you okay?”
She nods.
“Give me your eyes, beautiful.”
Ever so slowly, she lifts herself so we’re face to face. I caress her face, taking in the flushed, but satisfied, look.
“There you are.” Leaning forward, I place a kiss on her nose, then her cheeks, and finally on her lips.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers against my mouth.
Pulling back, I study her. “What the hell for?”
She blushes. “For going crazy on you. I don’t know what came over me.”
This beautiful, sexy, smart woman has no idea how hot what she did was. I’m beginning to think she’s even more innocent than I thought. “Blaire, baby…have you never had an orgasm?”
