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I nod, eagerly. My gaze darts to Harry, but Cam nips at my ear again.
“Eyes on me. I want to see your face when you lose it.”
He keeps up his rhythm, and my whole body locks with tension. I rock into him when I can. The horse whinnies up ahead. The clop, clop of their hooves on the packed snow covers up any noises that slip through my lips.
Up ahead, I spot the opening in the trees, and I know I need to come before then. I can’t have Uncle Cam’s finger inside me as we go back through Winterhaven, fingering me while we wave.
“Baby girl, you’re running out of time. Will you come for me?”
Fuck me. Fuck me.
He rubs my clit with the palm of his hand, and every single sensation works me even higher. I move my hand down, gripping his wrist, moving him against me until my body coils up tight. My lips part on a silent scream as I orgasm. My pussy squeezes his finger again and again while I soak not only his hand but my panties as well.
My breath comes out in gasps and stutters, and all the while, he leans over me, “That’s my girl. You feel so fucking good.” He quirks his finger inside me, sending me into another round of spasms as I grip his thigh with my free hand.
Evil, evil man.
eighteen
There’ssomething about the night before Christmas. It’s as if magic hangs from invisible strings in the sky, and that star-like wonder just dangles right in front of you like you’re in a mystical galaxy where all there is is love and light.
Cam and I sit on the couch in the sitting room again, the fire crackling. After dinner, all of the guests hung out for a while before dispersing to their different rooms to spend the evening with their loved ones alone. I even spoke to my mom and dad on the phone while cooking dinner, but all of that fades as Cam takes my face in his hands. He’s been staring at me all evening, sneaking in short touches, and that fire in his eyes is back at this very moment.
The fireplace warmth makes my cheeks heat. But another kind of heat threads through my veins, tangling me up in knots. “I was hoping they would go to bed,” he murmurs, glancing at my lips.
His voice has a brush of breathiness to it as he stares over every inch of my face. He tucks my hair behind my ear and wraps his strong hands around the back of my neck, pulling me in close.
My heart thunders. He’s going to kiss me.
This man has had his dick in my mouth, in my pussy from behind, and I’ve straddled him to ecstasy, but this—this right here turns my insides to goo. His hot breath washes over my lips, and my eyes flutter closed.
Nothing happens for what seems like forever, then his lips brush mine hesitantly. An instant hunger takes over me. I move close, sealing my lips to his like I can’t get enough. The truth is, I can’t get enough. His tongue prods, and I open for him. Fully. Completely. He sweeps into my mouth with an urgency that has me moaning into his mouth. We kiss and kiss like we’re making up for lost time. There was no kissing before. Just pure passion wrapped up in the act, but this is something more.
Cameron Michaels has a hold of me. His grumpy ass has his claws sunk into my heart, and when a man kisses like this—with his whole body—I have half a mind to think I’ve done the same to him, too.
He pulls me onto his lap, and I settle over him, still kissing him like we’re pre-teens getting away with something. And maybe that’s exactly what we are doing.
I break away, needing to take a moment, and he kisses down my throat. The words coming out of his mouth make me feel like butter. Rich, beautiful, loved.
“Cameron…” I breathe out, and I don’t even have to express what I want in words.
He gets up, taking me with him. I wrap my legs around his waist while we kiss all the way to his room. Desperate, lingering kisses that share what our thoughts can’t. I’m a one-minded grad student with a perfection problem, and he’s a broken ex-NFL player with a bad attitude, but we just work. Nothing is more testament to that than the last twenty-four hours.
He leans me against his closed door, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck. What are you doing to me, Lilianne?”
I bite my lip, watching him watch me with the most awed expression that nearly turns everything in me over and rearranges it into something new.
He works my zipper down, then sets me on my feet, so he can push my jeans down my legs. I work on his next, and they follow mine to the floor. He slips his hand into my panties, teasing my folds. “Cameron…” I moan again, but this time, it’s more like a warning. We both know he can make me come with just his fingers, but I want more than that this time. Whatever this is has been building and building.
He pulls his hand free then yanks the shirt over my head, leaning into me so that his chest meets mine. I work on his next, until we’re skin-to-skin. He kisses me one last time, stealing my breath, before leading me to the bed. While I stare, he pulls the boxers I saw him put on this morning down, revealing his hard, thick cock.
I lie down, wiggling out of my panties. Before I can work on my bra, he crawls over me, settling in all the right places. He takes his time removing my remaining piece of clothing. He kisses the skin over my bra cups before reaching underneath my body. Even when he has my clasps undone, he only pulls bits of the fabric away a little at a time, searching lower and lower with his mouth. After he reveals my nipples, he still takes it slow before he’s licking the curve of my breasts, then the center of my breasts as he cups me.
He shifts over me, and he’s right there, angling toward my center. I spread my legs to welcome him inside. Even though he’d made me orgasm earlier, I want more of this. More intimacy. More…caring. I want the feel of his dick sliding in and out of me in perfect thrusts.
Again, he takes his time. Instead of diving right in, he uses his magical fingers to work me up. It isn’t until I’m breathing heavy and pleading with, “Cameron Michaels, please push your cock inside me right now,” that he complies.
He hovers above me, his fingers flexing into the pillow behind my head. He gives me slow, languid strokes while I stare at his chest, my body quivering underneath him.
