The sweet linger of his breath on the side column of her neck unlocked every insecurity, freeing her from sense, feeding her to feel.
“I won’t put out, no matter how much you beg,” she whispered, pushing herself up into him as his lips trailed south.“I never do on a first date.”
“This has got to be at least our tenth.”His lazy fingertips traced down the rise and mount of her stretched ribs, signaling they had all the time in the world.“How many bottles of wine have I bought you?Good wine.”
“Doesn’t count.”Her palms skimmed his shoulders, joining at the back of his neck to furrow into his hair.“We’ve only known each other five weeks.”
Two dates a week wouldn’t be an unreasonable assumption.Shame her teasing was only reassurance.
The intensity in his eyes grew until his soul touched hers.“Feels like I’ve known you my whole life.”
It did.She got that.This was… new.Love was something she thought she knew.This wasn’t like before.What was this?
Her instincts with men weren’t the most honed.She couldn’t ask another man to guide her.Not ask, expect.Like she’d said to Terra, a person had to commit to learning themselves.Except she knew herself, knew exactly what she didn’t want.Still, she wasn’t ready to let someone else learn.Could she open herself like that again?
Psyching herself out would be too easy.Feel.That was Cam, he fed her deprived senses.Offered her a chance to feel in ways she never had.
Relaxing her jaw, her fingers explored until they were lost in his hair.
The easiest response was to pull him down.She could give him her kiss.Other parts of her weren’t so accessible, even to her.One step at a time, wasn’t that the rule?
ELEVEN
THE HOUSE WAS a mess.Not crazy, someone had done some kind of clean up, but directing that was probably supposed to be her responsibility.Being occupied with the master upstairs, alone, she’d neglected her duty.After falling into bed last night, neither of them got vertical again.
Waking up with him was… Cam was Cam.Even in sleep he was chilled, approachable, such an incredible example of man.Easy.Appealing.Seductive…
No chance of morning nookie.Alas.They hadn’t nookied last night with alcohol in their systems.The likelihood of breaking that boundary when they were in their right minds was pretty low.
Hmm, maybe she couldn’t be accused of exactly that.
After slipping back into her dress, she went downstairs without her shoes.The guest bedroom doors were closed.Chances were high that the guys slept over.Alone?Cam would be interested in that answer.How did he feel about his friends getting lucky under his roof?
Running her hands through her tousled hair, the coffee machine was her first stop.As it whirred away, she turned, resting back against the counter, examining the carnage.The bottles and glasses were gone, that was something, but there were streamers everywhere, and where had the glitter come from?There were balloons, foil, classy, she’d ordered those.The bunting, that wasn’t her.Had it been there all night?Shit, must’ve been some party, she was sorry to have missed it.
On the couch, were those…?Her eyes narrowed as she tilted a little closer.Were those panties?A lot of panties, heaps of them.What the hell had they missed?Apparently, Cam threw a helluva wild party, even when he was otherwise engaged.Mmm…
She took her cup from the coffee machine.The porcelain had just touched her lower lip when his hand slid onto her hip.It curled as his lips sank into her hair.
“Good morning,” he mumbled, his mouth staying right where it was though his hand splayed on her belly.“Don’t creep out of bed on me.”
“If I didn’t creep, the temptation would’ve broken you.”
“You had me at your mercy up there.”His hand snaked higher.“Could’ve had your way while I was asleep.”
She put down the coffee, cheeks bunching.“Oh, yeah, ‘cause a guy who hasn’t had sex for two years would just sleep right through that.You saying you wouldn’t notice or care if I rode you hard?”He may have breathed in some of her hair in prelude to a response, she didn’t let him get that far.Twirling in his embrace, she grabbed his hips to walk him back against the island.“‘Cause if that’s true, I’m missing a trick.”
When she popped the buttons on his fly with a tug, he laughed.“I’m just a piece of meat.”
“Maybe you are, Unicorn.”
She rose to her tiptoes to meet his mouth as it descended.Before he had the chance to strengthen the hand that scooped around the back of her head, she leaped aside, scampering away.Didn’t put him off, no.He snagged her wrist and swung her into his arms, boosting her onto the edge of the pool table, insinuating himself between her thighs.
What the hell did that mean?Insinuate made it seem like he had to wheedle his way in.Screw that.She’d open for him any time.What a fucking hussy, she was ready, more than ready, and didn’t hesitate to squeeze her leg higher when his palm skimmed up her outer thigh.So much for it being a one-time dalliance.Had she ever believed they’d be able to leave it as a one-time anything?
“Mm,” she moaned when his tongue delved deeper.
The guys could come downstairs any second, catch them in the act.Hell, she didn’t give a flying fuck.His friends were loyal and they could take the ribbing.Something that felt so good was worth putting up with a little teasing.The interruption would be harder to endure.Just one more minute…
