Leo took turns lavishing each breast, doing his best to ignore his aching erection. He wasn’t going to rush this. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as much as he did Cammie, and he was going to take the time to enjoy her.
“Leo,” she moaned as his teeth grazed her hard nipple. “I need you.”
Rising onto his knees, he reached down to unzip one of her boots, then the other. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to make out the shape of her slender body, and the long legs he revealed as he pulled her tight jeans down and off, tossing them aside.
His hands on her knees, he parted her legs and ran his fingers over the soft skin of her thighs. She shuddered beneath his touch.
“I’m going to devour you, Cammie. You’re sweet as honey and I bet you taste just as good.”
He shifted his hands to her hips. Hooking his fingers into her panties, he felt the lace edges and wondered if she wore the sexy pair just for him. Then, he stopped thinking about anything as he lowered his head to devour her.
He explored her folds with his tongue, lapping at her entrance and flicking at her swollen clit. Her legs shook while she gasped and moaned, and he lost himself in her taste, loving the sounds she made.
One hand gripped his hair while her hips jerked up and stayed there, rubbing against him.Holy shit.She was riding his face, taking her pleasure with a boldness that turned him on like crazy.
He slid one hand to her breast, lightly pinching the nipple as his shoved two fingers inside of her, his tongue pressed to her clit. He flicked back and forth, all the while, pumping his fingers and curling them inside her until it became too much and she came hard, crying out his name.
The moment her orgasm passed, Leo stood and ripped open his slacks, shifting and fumbling around in the nightstand drawer until he felt the distinctive foil packet. In seconds, he was naked and rolling the condom on as he returned to the bed, where Cammie waited, her release coating her inner thighs.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked as he settled on top of her and lined himself up at her entrance.
His blood rushed in his ears and his breath came in heavy pants. All he wanted to do was drive himself deep inside of her, but he needed to hear her say what she wanted. Just once.
“I’m ready, Leo. Take me,” she said, arching her back, and he drove himself deep into her body.
Her heat gripped him like a fist and his thoughts grew hazy, his mind and body lost to everything Cammie. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, as her cries of pleasure filled the room.
Feeling feral, he pounded into her, the bed creaking loudly. They kissed, and it was all teeth and tongue, just as rough as the way they were moving against each other.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “It’s sogood.So good… Don’t stop!”
Shifting, he lifted her legs higher, allowing him to sink even deeper inside her. The headboard slammed against the wall, and her fingernails scraped across his shoulders.
“I want you to come for me again. Now, Cammie.” He rolled his hips, and she quivered as she came for a second time, her velvet walls squeezing him until he followed her over, groaning low in his throat as he filled the condom.
Cammie rose up to pepper kisses along his neck and across his jaw. When she reached his lips, the kiss she gave him was tender, full of an emotion he couldn’t name and ought to fear. Yet somehow, it felt right.
A few minutes later, he pulled out, feeling the loss, then left the bed and strode into his bathroom to ditch the condom. When he returned, Cammie lay where he’d left her, limbs sprawled out on the mattress.
“I have to say, I’m glad I stopped by to check out the view,” she said in a low, husky voice. Darkness cloaked her face, but he could hear the smile in her voice.
Chuckling, he pulled back the blankets. For once, instead of trying to come up with a way to get rid of the woman in his bed, he settled on his back and helped Cammie curl into his side. She rested her head on his shoulder and tucked one leg between his. They lay in silence, and he allowed himself to enjoy the peace as her hand traced patterns on his chest, and contentment filled him. The room felt calm after their vigorous… lovemaking.
He hesitated before giving it a name, but the word seemed fitting when it came to Cammie. Was he anxious at that thought? Yes, he was. This had all started because he needed a date to a business event, someone willing to pretend to be his girlfriend. He hadn’t seen Cammie or his feelings for her coming. In the moment, sleeping with her seemed like a good idea. After all, the attraction was there. But the rest of it, the emotions that came along with what had been more than sex? Those hadn’t been part of the plan, but he couldn’t deny he was falling for her.
“Thanks for listening to me open up about my mom,” she said. “I don’t really talk about her much because it can be painful but it felt right to tell you.”
He twirled a strand of her silky blonde hair between his fingers. “Tell me something good about her. A happy memory.”
She grew silent in thought. “Well, and you’re going to laugh, but of course my thoughts go to Christmas.”
He let out a chuckle.
“Every year, we had this tradition. Mom and I would make cinnamon rolls from scratch on Christmas Eve, rolling out the dough, filling it with brown sugar and cinnamon, and baking them first thing in the morning. I swear, the smell of cinnamon always makes me think of eating those pastries smothered in cream cheese frosting on Christmas morning,” she said, her voice a mixture of wistfulness and happiness.
The combination had his heart aching for her loss. It was obvious that she loved and missed her mom. “Who do you spend Christmas with now that she’s gone?” he asked.
There was a pause, and she stopped tracing patterns on his skin. “I spend it alone.”
