And more.
Her bare toes curled against the cool tile. Her skin grew so sensitive, she could feel the heat of the candle sitting on the windowsill. And the fluttery sensation in her chest moved to her stomach. Then lower. Lower still. Until every inch of her was quivering. Alive.Hungry.
“Dalton.” She fisted her hands into his still damp hair. The strands were soft and cool at the ends, thick and warm near his scalp.
She pulled him closer. Wanting to absorb him. Wanting to crawl inside his skin. Or have him crawl inside hers.
Which, okay, sounded a little creepy, a little Buffalo Bill-ish—yes, it will, Precious. It will get the hose!But it was the only way she felt she could be close enough to him.
Her entreaty was all it took for him to shift the kiss. The pressure of his mouth grew harder. The dart of his tongue grew greedier. His hands left her face to span her waist and rock her forward onto the steely evidence of his desire.
She gasped at the delicious friction, feeling the beat of her heart between her legs.
And yet as delicious as the friction was, it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’tbeenough until she popped the buttons on his fly, pulled out his raging erection, and impaled herself upon him. Until he filled the emptiness at her center. Stretched her with his girth. Stroked her with his length. Stuffed her to the brim until the pleasure of having him inside bordered on pain.
She’d always considered herself a lusty woman. But never,never, had she wanted a man as much as she wanted Doc.
No. It’s more than want. It’sneed.
Sheneededhim.
And Camilla D’ Angelo needed no one.
When the thought gave her a moment’s pause, she quickly shoved it aside.
She was finally,finallyallowing herself to take hold of what he’d been teasing her with for months. And she wasn’t going to let a frisson of fear stop her.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she whispered.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Palming her ass, he shoved to a stand.
Again, she experienced the thrill of being carried by him. Of feeling small and delicate in his arms. And when his quick movements raked the length of his hardness against her center, it was heaven.
Or maybe it was hell because it just. Wasn’t.Enough.
“Lord help me, I can feel how hot you are. Howwetyou are,” he whispered against her lips.
A less lusty woman might have been embarrassed. But Cami felt no shame in her body’s responses. In fact, there was power in it.Shewas powerful. A sexual being. Awoman.
Hear me roar!
“It’s your fault.” She nibbled his plump lower lip. “This is what you do to me.”
Her words had his dick flexing against her. “And that is whatyoudo tome.” His dark, gritty tone sounded as hungry as she felt. “Now, cross your ankles and hang on.”
When she didn’t immediately comply, he squeezed her ass. Not painfully. Just as a warning to heed his request.
A new rush of wetness ran between her legs and made them both groan.
Locking her ankles above the rise of his high, tight butt, she swallowed his growl of satisfaction at her obedience. She liked the way the sound rumbled around in her mouth and then slid down her throat.
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when, once they were in the hallway, Uncle John’s deep voice sounded nearby.Toonearby. She was pretty sure John stood right next to them.
“Glad you kids decided to heed my advice. But your timin’ stinks ’cause the eye is here and we need to do whatever damage control we can before the ass end of Julia starts passin’ over. We also need to check on those fishermen. Make sure they made it. And if they did, ask ’em if they’ve changed their minds and want to ride out the back half with us. Y’all call a timeout and go get your shoes on.”
“Why do I suddenly feel thirteen instead of thirty-three?” Cami whispered in Doc’s ear.
“It was the part where he told us to get our shoes on.”
