with the pleasure of it."
She was melting, her sex tingling where his fingers were rubbing against her swollen flesh, and she suspected that if anyone could make her have an orgasm that way, it would be Cameron.
It was all she could do to keep herself from crawling up onto his lap and straddling his waist for a more direct, illicit contact. Instead, she grasped his bare shoulders with her hands before her legs gave out on her and she dropped her head closer to his. "And then what?" she dared to ask, even as her breath came in short, anxious pants.
Lifting his free hand up to her face, he gently brushed the backs of his knuckles against her flushed cheek before threading his fingers through her hair and curling them around the nape of her neck. He drew her head down to his, and the last thing she caught was the lust simmering in his eyes before she felt his lips graze along her jaw, all the way up to her ear.
He pressed his cheek against hers, the electric scrape of his evening stubble on her soft skin an erotic sensation that heightened the sexual tension rising between them. She closed her eyes and leaned more fully into his hard, lean body, anxiously awaiting what he'd say next.
He certainly didn't disappoint her. "And then, when you were wet and soft and ready for me, I'd slide deep, deep inside of you," he murmured, his breath warm and damp against her ear. "I'd fuck you slowly, make it last so I can savor everything about how you feel, inside and out… how hot and tight you are, the way you moan when I thrust high and hard, and the way your soft breasts and hard nipples feel rubbing against my chest. Then there's the friction of our bodies straining together, and finally, how exquisite you feel gripping my cock as I come."
She shivered, and with his fingers tangled through the hair at the back of her neck, he gently tugged her head back so their gazes met once more and their lips were mere inches apart. There was something strangely exciting about being at this man's mercy, as she currently was. God, she wanted him, with a fierce, powerful kind of need she'd never experienced before.
With her own mouth poised so close to his, she issued a challenge to get exactly what she desired. "So what's stopping you from doing all that?" Certainly not her.
"At the moment, not a damn thing," he said gruffly, and took her mouth with his own.
Chapter Six
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WHEN it came to his kiss, Cameron made good on his promise to go slow and take his time, giving Mia a small sampling of what kind of ecstasy he was capable of giving her with his mouth. And his hands.
At the moment his palms were sliding down her spine in a provocative caress that made her arch toward him like a cat craving more of his petting and attention. He traced the indentation of her waist with his fingers, the curve of her hips, and when he reached her bottom, he cupped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her lower body flush to his. His thick erection pressed against the crux of her thighs, right where he belonged, making her wish they were both naked so she could feel that hard, sleek length sliding along her weeping sex.
The connection of their mouths gradually deepened, but only because he allowed it. Their tongues touched, slid together, and mated in slow, sweeping strokes. He ate at her mouth like a succulent piece of fruit, alternating licking and sucking with mind-blowing precision. He made her weak with wanting. Excited with anticipation. And anxious to feel him pushing deep inside her again.
A woman could die from so much lust and sexual tension surging through her all at once. At least, that's how she felt at the moment.
Moaning deep in her throat, she rolled her hips against his, seeking more pressure. More friction. More everything. She wanted to be taken, right here, right now. On his lap, up on the counter, or even on the floor. Fast or slow, she didn't care, so long as he
She was melting, her sex tingling where his fingers were rubbing against her swollen flesh, and she suspected that if anyone could make her have an orgasm that way, it would be Cameron.
It was all she could do to keep herself from crawling up onto his lap and straddling his waist for a more direct, illicit contact. Instead, she grasped his bare shoulders with her hands before her legs gave out on her and she dropped her head closer to his. "And then what?" she dared to ask, even as her breath came in short, anxious pants.
Lifting his free hand up to her face, he gently brushed the backs of his knuckles against her flushed cheek before threading his fingers through her hair and curling them around the nape of her neck. He drew her head down to his, and the last thing she caught was the lust simmering in his eyes before she felt his lips graze along her jaw, all the way up to her ear.
He pressed his cheek against hers, the electric scrape of his evening stubble on her soft skin an erotic sensation that heightened the sexual tension rising between them. She closed her eyes and leaned more fully into his hard, lean body, anxiously awaiting what he'd say next.
He certainly didn't disappoint her. "And then, when you were wet and soft and ready for me, I'd slide deep, deep inside of you," he murmured, his breath warm and damp against her ear. "I'd fuck you slowly, make it last so I can savor everything about how you feel, inside and out… how hot and tight you are, the way you moan when I thrust high and hard, and the way your soft breasts and hard nipples feel rubbing against my chest. Then there's the friction of our bodies straining together, and finally, how exquisite you feel gripping my cock as I come."
She shivered, and with his fingers tangled through the hair at the back of her neck, he gently tugged her head back so their gazes met once more and their lips were mere inches apart. There was something strangely exciting about being at this man's mercy, as she currently was. God, she wanted him, with a fierce, powerful kind of need she'd never experienced before.
With her own mouth poised so close to his, she issued a challenge to get exactly what she desired. "So what's stopping you from doing all that?" Certainly not her.
"At the moment, not a damn thing," he said gruffly, and took her mouth with his own.
Chapter Six
Previous Top Next
WHEN it came to his kiss, Cameron made good on his promise to go slow and take his time, giving Mia a small sampling of what kind of ecstasy he was capable of giving her with his mouth. And his hands.
At the moment his palms were sliding down her spine in a provocative caress that made her arch toward him like a cat craving more of his petting and attention. He traced the indentation of her waist with his fingers, the curve of her hips, and when he reached her bottom, he cupped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her lower body flush to his. His thick erection pressed against the crux of her thighs, right where he belonged, making her wish they were both naked so she could feel that hard, sleek length sliding along her weeping sex.
The connection of their mouths gradually deepened, but only because he allowed it. Their tongues touched, slid together, and mated in slow, sweeping strokes. He ate at her mouth like a succulent piece of fruit, alternating licking and sucking with mind-blowing precision. He made her weak with wanting. Excited with anticipation. And anxious to feel him pushing deep inside her again.
A woman could die from so much lust and sexual tension surging through her all at once. At least, that's how she felt at the moment.
Moaning deep in her throat, she rolled her hips against his, seeking more pressure. More friction. More everything. She wanted to be taken, right here, right now. On his lap, up on the counter, or even on the floor. Fast or slow, she didn't care, so long as he
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