“You’ve spoken to her about this?” he asks carefully.
Nodding, I bite down on my lip. “But when I really thought about it, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to share you.”
The expression that crosses his face this time is easy to decipher. It’s delight. Pleasure. Pride. “That’s good, because as hot as that sounds, baby girl, I don’t want to be shared.”
“Don’t even want to watch?” I whisper, face tipped up, my hair tickling my bare back.
He arches a brow. “And what would I be watching?”
The desire stirring in my belly ignites as I consider how to paint the erotic scene for him. Sometimes the dirtiest thoughts alone can get me off, and I guarantee the one I’m imagining will work wonders for him too. “Go sit on the bed and I’ll show you.”
He swallows, the sound audible, a hint of unease in his eyes.
“She’s not here,” I promise.
He nods once and takes a step back. But rather than walk away, he hovers lower, and with a hand to my jaw, he brings his mouth to mine. “You are the most perfect gift I’ve ever received.”
I smile against his mouth and then lick at his lips. “And I’m just getting started.” With that, I push him back.
He groans, staggering a little, his focus firmly fixed on me.
“Go, baby,” I murmur.
A flash of pleasure mixed with pain crosses his face, like his heart has cracked wide open.
I ignore it for now. That’s not what we’re doing tonight. I’m taking his mind off the emotions, keeping him here in the moment with me.
When he finally settles on the edge of the bed, as close to me as he can get while still following my instructions, I tip forward, and on my hands and knees, I prowl toward him. Ass up, back arched, eyes never leaving his.
“Fuck,” he drawls, the word low and deep.
My core clenches in response to the heat in his voice.
When I reach him, I set a palm on each of his thighs. “If she were here,” I say, “I’d make you watch us first. I’d lay her back beside youand I’d kneel like I am right now, between her thighs. I’d tell her to play with her pretty tits. I’d slide the fabric between her legs over an inch and lick her cunt while you watched.”
Camden’s throat bobs, his jaw clenching.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I tilt my head. “Watching me fuck her with my tongue?”
Nostrils flaring, he nods.
I flex my fingers over his thighs and lean forward. “Would you take your cock out while you watched us?”
“Yes.” The word rushes out of him in a breath.
“Do it. Now,” I tell him. “Show me how you’d fist yourself while I played with Kacie.”
With a grunt, he squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t say her name.”
A thrill courses through me. “Jealous, are we?” I tease.
He’s clumsy and gruff as he removes his belt and tugs down his pants. I lean back to give him room to remove them, but he leaves them pooled at his ankles and fists himself. He’s fully erect, veins bulging, looking damn near angry. “Impossibly when it comes to you.”
I return to my position and caress his thighs, soothing him. “Then it’s a good thing I’m just talking you through it.”
He heaves a loud breath, his expression clearing a little. “Then what would you do?”
I smile. “I’d tell her to suck your cock. I’d want to see it. See if she could swallow you like I do. See if she could please you like I do.”
