I watch as he runs his tongue along the seam of his lips. He leans closer to me, closing the space between our mouths even more.
There’s barely an inch between us now. He lets out a shaky breath. It’s hot and wet when it lands on my skin. My mouth waters.
Something takes hold of me. Maybe it’s all the wine and beer I’ve had. Maybe it’s because we’re standing so close. Maybe it’s because no other guy has made me feel this turned on by just looking at me and being around me.
“Ellie,” he rasps. The sound of my name on his lips, that low, rough, whispered voice, the pleading in his tone, it’s all too much.
I tiptoe up and kiss him.
His hand cups the side of my face, and he hums against my mouth.Oh. I like that. I like that a lot.
His free hand slides from my hips to my waist, pulling my body against his. The muscles in his torso are so hard, and his skin is so hot. The warmth from his body surrounds me as he towers over me. He’s all around me.
I breathe in and get a whiff of his cologne, which is the most intoxicating blend of pepper and wood. I don’t really care for the smell of those things on their own. But maybe it’s the way they mingle together on his skin that makes me like it so much.
His tongue glides along the seam of my lips, teasing my mouth open. Gently, he laps at my tongue. My knees go weak, and that pulse between my legs intensifies.Whoa.
I’ve kissed Camden twice, and each time he’s made my clit pulse.
His massive thumb glides along the hinge of my jaw. I shiver at his touch, how it’s soft and sure all at once. How it feels like he’s taking his time tasting me and touching me.
I whimper into his mouth, overwhelmed by everything about him.
I reach up and tug a hand through his hair. He usually leaves his thick, floppy, chestnut hair messy and falling into his eyes. But he slicked it back for the wedding, and it looks so damn handsome.
The way I’m tugging my hand through it, I’m messing it up. But judging by the groan Camden lets out, he likes it.
I smile against his lips. A second later, he does too.
“You like pulling my hair?” he growls against my mouth.
I nod and hum.
“Pull all you want, baby. Pull harder, if you’d like.”
That pulse lands between my legs once more.Baby.
I like hearing him call me that. It’s so sweet and affectionate. And a little sexy too.
I reach my other hand up and pull again. This time, he lets out a growling sound.
He kisses me harder, then starts to suck my tongue.
I’m instantly lightheaded at just how dirty Camden’s mouth is getting.
My hands fall to his chest, and I press my fingers into the hard flesh. He drags his mouth along the slope of my neck. My eyelids flutter when I feel the soft scrape of his teeth along my skin.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so soft. So sweet too,” he says, his mouth on my shoulder. He licks my skin and starts gently sucking.
I whimper. Tingles fly across my skin. There’s an unfamiliar pressure between my legs now. It feels hot and achy, and it’s making my head spin.
His mouth lingers at that spot on my shoulder, right above the end of my collarbone. He teases his tongue along the sensitive skin and gives me another gentle bite.
I gasp.
“Did I find your spot, baby?”
“Um…yeah…I think so…”
