Emery shakes her head against my chest, laughing. “You’re so fucking weird, Cameron.”
My eyes close. I like hearing my name on her lips. She’s the only one who actually uses it. “Says the woman who plugged my bloody nose under a showerhead while she sat on my dick,” I tease.
She laughs against my vest, pressing her cheek over my heart, and I wonder if she can hear the erratic beats through it.Wouldn’t that be something?I muse. If the vest could stop a bullet, but not the sound of something as tender as a heart.
“You can take off the blindfold now. I won’t tell,” I mumble, closing my eyes and feeling the itch to take more pills rising up. The insatiable hunger consumes me from the inside out. My leg starts bouncing anxiously. The bottle is in my bag across the room, but I really don’t want to move. I like holding her.
Emery removes the blindfold and pushes herself up so she can look at me. Our eyes meet, and I can see her as clearly as I did the moment I first laid eyes on her. But the fierceness I once saw in her gaze has faded. Now she looks somber, like a wilted petal that will soon be dead. She’s so lovely. No matter how much I try to dispute the thought, it returns with an ache. With ire.
I wonder what a pretty little thing like her thinks of a soldier like me.
What does she see?I wonder.
Emery sits back on her haunches, right over the boner I’ve been ignoring for the past few minutes. Her eyes widen, flickingdown like she’s just now processing the thick, pulsing need in my pants.
I think of last night and how stupid I was to break and give in to the draw I have to her. All I’ve wanted since then is to touch her again. I’m afraid if I do, it will never be enough.
And that scares the shit out of me.
She gives me a weak, apologetic smile before shifting over my leg to stand. I grab her wrist.Fuck.I don’t know why I did that. Her eyes find mine, and there’s surprise blooming through them.
I swallow the knot in my throat at the odd, warm sensation that spreads through my chest. My cock throbs painfully beneath her. My breaths grow labored and I falter.I shouldn’t do this. What if I lose control and kill her?I’m about to tell her to go sit across the compartment, but her gaze is filled with torment as she wiggles her hips over me.
Electricity shoots through my veins, and a hunger sets deep inside.
I don’t care anymore. Whatever happens, happens.
I lean forward and my lips crash into hers.
The pills become an afterthought. All I know as my lips spread her soft ones apart is her scent. Her fucking floral scent that drives me crazy.
I want more. I want everything.
14
EMERY
Cameron letsout a deep groan that borders on growling. His fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls me closer as our kisses become more fervent. His lips are everything I thought they’d be, giving me nothing short of euphoria as he consumes me like he’s never tasted something like me before. A soft moan flutters off my lips, and he devours it greedily as he works his palms over my thighs.
The way he’s holding me is too soft. Too sincere after his harsh words last night. I feel like I need to tear out of my skin to shake the ache he’s instilling in my chest. But I want this.
I want to take everything from him the way I know he’s going to take it all away from me.
I rock my hips over his swollen cock. It’s much bigger than I remember in the showers, especially since it’s being suppressed by his pants. Although, I guess he was a bit incapacitated that night.
He groans and deepens our kiss, chasing my tongue with his. I thread my fingers through his hair and drag my hands down the back of his neck and over his corded throat, putting a bit of pressure on his windpipe. A rumble rolls through his chest.
“I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle. If we keep kissing like this, I don’t know if I can stop. Em, are you listening?” he whispers against my lips,smilingof all things.
I nod with my forehead pressed to his.I need something rough right now.Something wicked to push out the tender touch he’s leaving me with. “Fuck me, Cameron. Like I’m nothing. Like you won’t remember who I am in a year.”
He flinches at my callous words, hesitating for a moment before his fingers trail up to the hollows of my collarbone. I startle when he adds pressure there. “You think I’m a monster, don’t you? That I’m incapable of remembering a woman I fuck.” The rasp in his voice causes heat to pool in my core.
He sounds angry. That, I can handle.
“I don’t want gentle. Not from you.” The words sound cruel leaving my lips, but he kisses them away carelessly. He shifts on the sofa and lets my body fall against the cushions, unstrapping his vest and pulling his shirt off over his head.
“Something tells me you’ve never known anything but wicked men. I am no exception,” he says as he unstraps my vest too. He’s most beautiful in dim light. The warmth of the lamp on the side table bathes him in a wealth of rich hues. Cameron lifts my shirt slowly until he exposes my breasts. He stares down at them like he’s starving. “Fuck, your body is so goddamn sexy.”
