Always Yours by Kari March Page B

you did to me, Cam," she said, her voice more level. She closed her eyes and her shoulders slumped as she lowered her head. "It's what you're going to do to me." Her voice was soft—almost a whisper and you could hear the fear behind her words.
    Taking a step closer I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled her to me to comfort her. "I'm not him, Cara. Don't push me away because you think I'm like whoever hurt you. I don't know what this is between us but I know whatever it is we can't ignore it."
    "I'm just scared," she mumbled into my chest as she wrapped her arms around me. "I'm not ready for a relationship—at least not a serious one. But I've never felt like this before." I was beyond relieved when those words came out of her mouth. I was nowhere near ready for a commitment either and it was nice to hear we were on the same page. The thought of anything serious happening between us right now scared the piss out of me. But the thought of her walking away from me terrified me even more.
    "Hey," I said as I held her head and compelled her to look at me. "Let's just take things one step at a time, okay? No labels, no obligations, let's just be us." She nodded her head and flashed me a reserved smile. "Just please, just do one thing for me, because I'll probably kill someone if you don't."
    "What's that?" she asked me, peering up through her lashes, looking so fucking sexy that my dick started to jerk in my pants.
    "Don't spread your legs for anyone else until we figure out what this is between us?"
    She furrowed her brow at me before giving me a brazen smile. "Okay. But same for you. The only girl that is allowed to spread anything for you is me."
    God, she was adorable.
    "You've got it." I flashed a sinful grin in her direction as images of her sprawled out before me filled my mind. "You know, since we're on the subject," I began, raising my eyebrows at her, "do you maybe want to invite me in?"
    She shook her head at me as she chuckled a bit. "Do you ever think of anything else besides sex?" She started walking to her door and I followed her.
    "No, not really," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "It doesn't help that I've done nothing but think about you for the past two weeks." She grinned timidly over her shoulder at me as she unlocked the door. Leaning forward I swiped the hair off of the back of her neck as I softly said the next part in her ear, "Your sexy body, the way you cried out my name, and the look on your face when you came all over me, is all I've been able to see." Her face flushed with color. "You've got my balls cussin', firecracker, and there is only one thing that is going to make them stop."
    Spinning her around swiftly, I pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her hard. She moaned into my mouth and I lost it. That sound shot straight to my dick, making it rise with complete attention. We needed to get inside before I took her right here on the front porch. Reaching behind her, I found the door knob and opened it. I picked her up, walked inside, and kicked the door shut behind us.
    As badly as I wanted to make it to the bedroom, it wasn't going to happen. She was pulling at my clothes, unbuttoning my shirt, and kicking her shoes off while she was still in my arms. Laying her down on the couch I climbed over her. Moving down my shirt, she continued her assault on the buttons—one by one, her fingers brushed against my skin, leaving a wake of warmth in their path.
    Once she had it open, she pushed it over my shoulders and slid her hands over my chest as she made her way to my pants. Her touch was impulsive and desperate, like she craved me as much as I did her. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Burying my face in her neck, I kissed and nibbled on her earlobe and she let out an inviting giggle. I continued down her throat and goose bumps broke out all over her skin.
    Thrusting her hips upward, she tried to make contact but I denied her and pulled back. She whined a little and I couldn't