nice, do-right kind of guy he was.
But for as much as his comment made her heart feel a little battered and bruised, she wasn't looking for a long-term relationship, either. Especially considering her own lousy track record with men. So she supposed on some level they wanted the same thing, which made for a perfect arrangement, in her way of thinking.
"What's the matter, sugar?" she taunted, drawing strength from her ability to push her true feelings deep down inside, which was a helluva lot easier than dealing with them outright. "Afraid it will happen again?"
"The thing is, if I'm near you for any length of time and the opportunity presents itself, I know it'll happen again."
With that bit of honesty out in the open between them, he tugged gently on her arm, pulling her off her chair and toward him, until she stood between his widespread thighs. He rested his big hands on her waist to hold her in place, and her lower body quickened when she felt the hard, thick length of him pressing against her jeans zipper. Face-to-face, their eyes locked, and she was mesmerized by the carnal desire she saw glittering in his gaze and absolutely breathless with anticipation of what he intended to do.
"I can't stop thinking about last Friday and how much I want to be with you again," he said as he slipped his hands upward, beneath the hem of her camisole top. His warm, slightly callused thumbs stroked along her belly, and her nipples tightened into hard points. "Except this time, I'd make it right."
She'd deliberately goaded Cameron to protect her emotions and to show him she was unaffected by his remark about the two of them not being a good match. But what she hadn't expected was for Cameron to turn the tables on her and draw her into a web of sensuality so powerful, she felt helpless to resist him. And why should she curb her desires when she wanted him so badly?
With that arousing thought tumbling through her head, she placed her hands on his forearms, loving the feel of his hair-roughened skin, toned muscles, and the heat radiating off him. Undeniably curious, she asked, "What do you mean, 'make it right'?"
"I'd take it real slow this time," he explained as he dragged his hands back out from under her top.
She almost whimpered at the loss of his touch, until he filled both of his palms with her heavy, aching breasts and squeezed them through the thin material of her camisole top and sheer bra.
His gaze melded with hers, so hot she felt singed by his sizzling stare. "I'd give more attention to these lovely mounds of flesh and take each one into my mouth so I can finally know how you taste. I'd suck on your nipples for a good long time before moving on."
She bit her bottom lip and swallowed back a moan as he closed his thumb and index finger around those stiff, sensitive tips and gave a firm, tantalizing tug on each one, which she felt all the way down to her core. She might have been able to hold back her verbal response to his seduction, but her body automatically arched into his skillful hands.
The slight, sinful smile that curved his mouth told her he knew how hot and restless he was making her, and he was enjoying every minute of having the upper hand. "When I finally have my fill of your breasts, I'd kiss your belly and dip my tongue into your navel," he went on as his fingers skimmed downward, mimicking his words. "And then, when you were writhing beneath me and begging for more, I'd go down on you and use my tongue to make you come, no matter how long it took."
This time, she did moan, long and loud, as he slid his long fingers between her jean-clad thighs and pressed his thumb hard against her cleft.
Her helpless sound of wanting seemed to please him, though the rogue wasn't done tormenting her just yet. "I'd spend hours kissing you here… long, slow, soft kisses. Deep, tongue-swirling kisses. Hard, sucking kisses against your clit, until you finally screamed
But for as much as his comment made her heart feel a little battered and bruised, she wasn't looking for a long-term relationship, either. Especially considering her own lousy track record with men. So she supposed on some level they wanted the same thing, which made for a perfect arrangement, in her way of thinking.
"What's the matter, sugar?" she taunted, drawing strength from her ability to push her true feelings deep down inside, which was a helluva lot easier than dealing with them outright. "Afraid it will happen again?"
"The thing is, if I'm near you for any length of time and the opportunity presents itself, I know it'll happen again."
With that bit of honesty out in the open between them, he tugged gently on her arm, pulling her off her chair and toward him, until she stood between his widespread thighs. He rested his big hands on her waist to hold her in place, and her lower body quickened when she felt the hard, thick length of him pressing against her jeans zipper. Face-to-face, their eyes locked, and she was mesmerized by the carnal desire she saw glittering in his gaze and absolutely breathless with anticipation of what he intended to do.
"I can't stop thinking about last Friday and how much I want to be with you again," he said as he slipped his hands upward, beneath the hem of her camisole top. His warm, slightly callused thumbs stroked along her belly, and her nipples tightened into hard points. "Except this time, I'd make it right."
She'd deliberately goaded Cameron to protect her emotions and to show him she was unaffected by his remark about the two of them not being a good match. But what she hadn't expected was for Cameron to turn the tables on her and draw her into a web of sensuality so powerful, she felt helpless to resist him. And why should she curb her desires when she wanted him so badly?
With that arousing thought tumbling through her head, she placed her hands on his forearms, loving the feel of his hair-roughened skin, toned muscles, and the heat radiating off him. Undeniably curious, she asked, "What do you mean, 'make it right'?"
"I'd take it real slow this time," he explained as he dragged his hands back out from under her top.
She almost whimpered at the loss of his touch, until he filled both of his palms with her heavy, aching breasts and squeezed them through the thin material of her camisole top and sheer bra.
His gaze melded with hers, so hot she felt singed by his sizzling stare. "I'd give more attention to these lovely mounds of flesh and take each one into my mouth so I can finally know how you taste. I'd suck on your nipples for a good long time before moving on."
She bit her bottom lip and swallowed back a moan as he closed his thumb and index finger around those stiff, sensitive tips and gave a firm, tantalizing tug on each one, which she felt all the way down to her core. She might have been able to hold back her verbal response to his seduction, but her body automatically arched into his skillful hands.
The slight, sinful smile that curved his mouth told her he knew how hot and restless he was making her, and he was enjoying every minute of having the upper hand. "When I finally have my fill of your breasts, I'd kiss your belly and dip my tongue into your navel," he went on as his fingers skimmed downward, mimicking his words. "And then, when you were writhing beneath me and begging for more, I'd go down on you and use my tongue to make you come, no matter how long it took."
This time, she did moan, long and loud, as he slid his long fingers between her jean-clad thighs and pressed his thumb hard against her cleft.
Her helpless sound of wanting seemed to please him, though the rogue wasn't done tormenting her just yet. "I'd spend hours kissing you here… long, slow, soft kisses. Deep, tongue-swirling kisses. Hard, sucking kisses against your clit, until you finally screamed
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