“You are a gentleman.” I bit his earlobe gently and felt him shudder. “But…” I pulled back to meet his eyes. “I’m done waiting, Cam.”
The careful control he’d been maintaining cracked, and heat flooded in to replace it. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then.”
He kissed me again, harder this time, walking me backward until my shoulders hit the porch post. The wood was solid against my back as he pressed into me, one hand sliding up my rib cage while the other gripped my hip. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans and I rolled my hips against him, needing the friction.
He groaned into my mouth. “Jesus, Em.”
“Bed?” I managed between kisses.
“Too far.”
“Then here.”
He pulled back just enough to search my face. “You sure?”
I answered by kissing him again, pulling him closer, and that was apparently all the confirmation he needed. He spun us around and dropped into the recliner, pulling me down to straddle his lap.
He reached for the hem of my dress and paused. Our eyes met and I saw the question there. The careful concern. God, I was so grateful for that, but I didn’t need careful right now.
I reached down and tugged the fabric up myself, pulling it over my hips. His breath caught as his gaze dropped to my bare pussy. When he looked back up at me his eyes had gone almost black. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The words sent heat spiraling through me. “Touch me.”
His palms glided up my thighs. Slow. Deliberate. His thumbs traced dizzying patterns over my skin. The evening air felt cool against my flushed body, but his touch was searing heat as he gripped my waist to pull me closer.
“Come here.” He pulled me down to kiss me again and I melted into it, into him, into the feeling of his hands on my bare skin. One hand slid up my back to find the knot of my halter dress and he worked it loose without breaking the kiss.
The soft material pooled at my waist.
My breath trapped in my lungs. This was it. The moment I had been running from for years. The scars on my stomach and breasts seemed to burn under the porch light, exposed and jagged and impossible to hide.
I tensed, waiting for the flinch. Waiting for the look of disgust. Waiting for him to realize he was wrong the other night. That he couldn’t handle my worst.
It never came.
Cam didn’t even blink. His gaze devoured me with a reverence that made my knees weak.
“Cam...”
“I know,” he murmured against my skin. “I’ve got you.”
And he did. His mouth was hot and perfect on my breast, tongue swirling before he sucked hard enough to make me whimper. His other hand came up to palm my other breast, thumb brushing over the peak, and pleasure shot straight to my core.
I rolled my hips against him without thinking, seeking friction, and felt him hard and thick beneath his jeans. The knowledge that I was doing this to him, that he wanted me this much, made me bold. I reached between us for his belt, but I couldn’t make my fingers work properly.
“Cam, I need—” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” One hand left my hip to work his belt, the clink of metal loud in the quiet evening. He had his jeans open in seconds, lifting me just enough to shove them down his hips.
My breath came fast as he reached back to grab a condom from his back pocket.
He rolled it on and then his hands were back on my hips, positioning me over him. The blunt head of his cock pressed against me and I sank down slowly, my body stretching to accommodate him.
We both groaned as I took him deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully seated in his lap.
