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“What?” he asks, and granted… he looks a little bewildered. “I don’t think that at all.”

“But… you want to slow this down, and I don’t know any man who would slow things down with a woman’s hand on his dick.” Heat flushes my cheeks, and I drop my face into my palms. “Oh God… this is humiliating.”

“For fuck’s sake, Danica.” Camden pulls my hands away by gripping my wrists and then jerks me into him. He peers down at me, jaw set into a hard line. “I don’t think you’re a tramp. It is not a turnoff what we did. And I only suggested slowing things down because the minute you put your hand on my dick, I knew I was going to fuck you if you left it there.”

“Oh,” I murmur, then my eyes grow wide as I realize what he really just said. “Oh. Oh… wow. Okay. I understand.”

“Do you?” he demands. “Because I am barely able to keep my hands to myself right now. So if you don’t want me to end up deep inside you tonight, you need to kiss my cheek and tell me good night.”

A shudder runs through my body at the thought of Camden inside me, images of our naked bodies writhing against each other. There’s no other response for me. “No way in hell I’m kissing you on the cheek. So you better take me inside and do your worst.”

For the first time since we stepped foot on the porch, an easy smile graces Camden’s face. “Not my worst. My best.”

I smile in relief, winding my arms around his neck again. “Your best, then.”

Everything happens so fast that when I reflect on it later, I’ll probably agree that there was a desperate edge to what we were both feeling. Despite the assurances to each other, the fevered frenzy by which we crash through my front door in a tangle of arms and legs with our mouths fused probably speaks more to the fear that we might come to our senses at any second.

The way we rush up the stairs, hand in hand with me only slightly in the lead is a clear indication that we want each other so much, time can’t move fast enough.

But, oh, the way he tears the clothes from my body only to push me down on my bed and run his mouth over every inch of me tells the story of a man who, no matter how out of control he might feel, wants to make this good for me.

I pull hard on Camden’s hair—a benefit to the messy style he always wears—and he lets my nipple pop free of his mouth to look up at me. “I’m dying here. Will you please get your clothes off?”

The world stops with the way he smiles at me. I’ve seen Camden’s mouth curve into all kinds of positive expressions over the last few weeks, but never so blindingly happy as right now. He crawls up my body to lay a hard, fast kiss on my lips and then scrambles off the bed to disrobe.

He looks at me sheepishly when he pulls a condom out of his wallet, setting it on the bedside table but I don’t pay it any attention. I’m already lost in the vision before me as he pulls his sweater over his head. Beautifully carved muscles make the statue ofDavidlook cartoonish by comparison. His dark happy trail of hair below his navel is revealed inch by inch as he sheds his jeans.

And oh my word… my mouth goes dry when I get my first full look at him fisting his cock as he stares down at me with molten lust.

I lick my lips, starting to push up with the intent to crawl across the bed to devour him but he growls at me. “Lie the fuck down, Dani. Not ready to give you this yet.”

It feels like flames wash over my entire body, his domineering words turning me on as much as his touches have. Telling me what to do and making it clear that what he chooses to give me will be goddamn beyond magnificent.

I yelp as his hands go to my legs, pulling me down the bed toward him and spreading me wide. I don’t have time to be embarrassed as Camden leans over the bed, placing one palm by my head and sliding the other between my legs.

My breath stutters as a long finger presses gently into me. Camden squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, as if he’s in pain, but when he opens them, they are full of so much satisfaction.

“Fucking soaked, Dani.”

He’s done nothing more than kiss me, strip me naked and tease a nipple, and yet I think I might be dripping. Hot embarrassment colors my cheeks but most of my fever comes from his finger now circling my clit.

“Camden,” I gasp, feeling ridiculously out of control. I have never been this hyped by foreplay before… primed to get ripped apart. I’m already teetering on the edge and—“Oh shit… I’m going to come.”

I swear it’s a bark of victory I hear breaking free in a laugh as Camden’s finger presses back into me. It’s enough to knock the orgasm loose and I cry out as the pleasure seizes my body. I feel my muscles gripping his digit as my back arches off the bed.

I flop back down, gasping as tiny electrical currents pulse through me. I’m panting hard as Camden smiles with pure gratification, his finger now lazily circling my clit.

“Jesus,” I rasp as my hand slaps onto his wrist to stop his movements. “I don’t know that I’ve ever come that quickly before.”

I’m utterly dizzy with how fast that happened. I’m a little mortified as well. I mean, it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, but it’s not like I haven’t had orgasms. I’m a big believer in masturbation.

“I want to watch that again,” Camden murmurs, now sliding two fingers into my body.

“No,” I exclaim, pulling hard on his hand. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m kicking you out of my house.”

Camden’s laugh is rich with affection. He appeases me by pressing his mouth to mine and whispering, “All right. I got you, beautiful girl.”

CHAPTER 15

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