Suddenly, he knew the word he was looking for.
Obsession.
He’d been obsessed with her from the start. And having her here in his arms, moving against him and feeding him her fevered kisses, took that obsession and turned it totally animalistic.
It was the animal in him that growled a warning when he ripped his mouth from hers so he could sit back andseethe moment he freed her breasts from the confines of her bra.
He’d always considered himself more of an ass man—and Cami’s butt was certainly grade A. But from the very beginning, he’d been intrigued by her breasts.
They were large and heavy. With that gentle slope from her collarbone that proved they were natural and not the work of some talented surgeon.
He’d fantasized about filling his hands with them. Imagined how they’d feel pressed against his cheeks when he buried his face between them. Jerked off while daydreaming about watching them sway above his face as she rode him soft and slow, her hot, tight sheath milking his greedy dick.
He tipped the cups of her bra forward until her breasts spilled out. And the breath that sawed from his lungs was harsh and hot.
She was even more perfect than he’d imagined. So sweet and womanly. Her flesh soft and smooth and tender-looking.
“My god.” The words growled out of him. “You’re beautiful.”
She had a freckle under the slope of one teardrop-shaped breast. And her light brown nipples pinched into tight points beneath his heated gaze.
He felt an answering pinch low in his gut when she cupped the wondrous globes, her ripe flesh overspilling her red-tipped fingers.
It was sexy as hell. But he realized she hadn’t done it to seduce when she softly said, “Gravity has taken its toll.”
Dragging his eyes away from the glory of her naked chest, he caught her self-conscious grimace. For three full seconds, he could do nothing but blink in consternation. It was mindboggling to think she could look in the mirror and see anything but perfection.
He told her as much as he gently grabbed her wrists and tugged her hands away. He loved the way her tits bounced when she released them, and his cock wholeheartedly agreed that the sight was erotic as hell.
“You are awoman,” he assured her. “Absolutely perfect and soft andreal.”
He could feel her wanting to cover them again. So he used one hand to manacle her wrists behind her back. It forced her to arch toward him, and suddenly her succulent breasts were darting out at him like an offering.
He was more than happy to accept their invitation. But first, he did something he’d been wanting to do all day.
Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat. When her head fell back on a moan of pleasure, he tasted her again. Loving the way he could feel her heartbeat against his lips. Loving how delicate her flesh felt against his tongue. Loving the unabashed sounds she made.
Her scent was strong there. That fresh, floral smell that was uniquely her and that would always make him imagine stripping her naked and laying her out in a field of wildflowers.
“I’ve been dreaming of this part of you for so long,” he murmured against her throat. “But it tastes even better than I imagined.”
“My throat is what you’ve dreamed about?” Her voice was husky with desire, but he could hear the teasing smile in it. “Your fantasies must be far more PG than mine.”
The thought of her fantasizing about him, of her lying in bed and touching herself, had him moaning. Then he bit the side of her neck in warning and reveled in the sound of her squeal.
“I think I need to show youexactlyhow X-rated my fantasies are.” He pulled back from her throat and with his free hand, cupped her breast and plumped it high. Before she could catch her breath from that first touch, he brushed his thumb over the pebbled crest and watched her areola furl tighter.
“You’re so responsive.” He gently pinched her nipple. Rolling it slightly. “Do you have any idea what it does to a man when a woman’s body responds like this?”
“What does it do?” Her dark eyes glittered in the candlelight.
“It makes him hard as a fucking rock.” He pressed the edge of his thumbnail into the center of the hardened peak until she squirmed against his steely cock. “See?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you to—”
He didn’t let her finish. He knew what she needed.
Leaning forward, he pulled one eager nub into his mouth, sucking it rhythmically. He loved the feel of the hard point of flesh when he pressed it to the roof of his mouth. Loved more the erotic sound his mouth made against her tender flesh as he settled in and feasted.
