In my bed.
In yours.
On your knees.
Towering over me.
It all worked. I crossed his kitchen and stepped between his spread legs, plucking his glass from his hand and setting it on the counter. His thighs were denim-clad rocks, and they clamped around me, pinning me in place, and I don’t think he even meant to do it.
But if this was his autopilot, I’d take it.
I fingered the hem of the muscle tee clinging to his body. The white was a blank canvas to the inked artistry that lay beneath, and I wanted it gone.
First, though...
I tilted my head in the same moment he leaned down. Our lips met in a recreation of the perfect kiss he’d floored me with inmykitchen, and the air shifted between us. His beautiful mouth was a vortex of sensation. It sucked me in, and any ulterior motive I’d had for coming here left my head. Evaporated. Eviscerated. I had no thoughts beyond pulling him closer and kissing him harder.
Cam’s low sound of pleasure rippled through me. He cupped my face in his warm hands and pulled back, just for a moment. “You’re wearing different clothes.”
“Different to what?”
“To the pressed shirts you’ve been wearing every other fucking time I’ve seen you.”
“I wasn’t wearing a shirt at all the last time you kissed me.”
“I can’t believe I left you that night.”
“What would you have done if you’d stayed?”
“Everything.” Cam released my face and gripped the black jacket I wore over a black T-shirt and black jeans. “Don’t change the subject. Why are you dressed like a ninja?”
A smirk twisted my face. “A ninja? Really?”
“I don’t know the Russian word for it.”
“Do you know any Russian words?”
“No.”
I gave him a few. “Mne nuzhno zashchitit’ tebya. Ne znayu pochemu. No ya delayu.”I need to protect you. I don’t know why. But I do.
Cam shivered, a trait I’d noticed in him when we were alone like this. “I don’t know what the fuck you just said, but I liked it.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Yes.” I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it over a bar stool. “But enough with the words. I want you.”
The playfulness in Cam’s dark gaze dissolved. Heat replaced humour and he yanked me closer, his touch no longer gentle as he took my mouth in a bruising kiss.
I let him plunder me. Let his tongue shove past my lips and dominate mine, a willing victim to his roaming hands and brutal touch.
He tore the shirt from my body, threw it away, and I didn’t stop him. Untidy things bothered me, but messy sex I could live with. And I needed to see his cock, so there was that.
Cam was still sitting on the counter. I broke away from him and stepped back. “Show me your bedroom.”
He speared me with his liquid stare. “I was going to fuck you on the table.”
