“Oh my fucking god,” I mutter. She laughs again, but when I slide a finger through her slit, gathering the moisture pooled there and using it to circle her clit, her laughter dies on a long, low moan.
“Shhhh,” I whisper into her ear, sinking a finger inside her, fucking her with it slowly as the heel of my hand grinds against her clit. “Those are my sounds, baby. No one gets to hear them but me.”
“Holy shit.” She gasps, her hand tightening around mine when I pull my finger out of her and push back in with two. “This is fucking crazy.”
“It is,” I rasp, leaning in to drag my tongue down her neck. When I reach her pulse, I suck lightly as I bring our joinedhands up to loop her other arm around my neck, gliding my hand back down her arm and smiling against her hair when she shivers. “But that’s exactly how you make me feel. Fucking crazy. Like nothing in my life will ever be right if I don’t have you.”
The song switches to something with a low, sultry beat. Our bodies move in tandem with slow rolls of our hips as my free hand roves her body, cataloguing every dip and curve, every spot that makes her moan and gasp as I work her over.
The dance floor is packed, and somewhere a fog machine goes off, bathing the space in a smoky mist that creeps and curls around our legs. The lights flash and glow, and someone bumps me from behind, but I notice none of it. Because Maddy is grinding her hips, trying to get my fingers deeper, and she tugs the hair at my nape. Low whimpers fall from her lips, and she’s whispering my name like a plea.
“That’s it,” I murmur, sliding my arm around her waist to lock her body to mine as I curl my fingers inside her, roll my thumb over her clit. “Ride my fingers. Take what you need from me. Need me, Maddy, because I need you. I need you so badly. I fuckingachefor you.”
A bead of sweat drips down Maddy’s throat, and I lean down to lick it, following its path back up her neck with my tongue, gliding my nose over her jaw. My thumb moves in slow circles and I push my fingers deeper, tapping the spot I know will send her flying.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her head dropping back on my shoulder. She turns her face into my neck as her hips move frantically. “Cameron. I’m so close.”
Maddy’s hoarse voice has me lightheaded, cock growing impossibly hard at the feel of her body tightening, trembling, dangling right on the precipice. “Come for me, Wildcat,” I growl into her ear, thrusting my hips against hers, needing the friction before I lose my damn mind. “Come all over my fingers right fucking now.”
I curl my fingers one last time, and she comes on a low cry,the evidence of her arousal pouring into my hand as her body shakes against mine. I keep my fingers deep inside her, my thumb slowly strumming her clit until she collapses back against me, her breaths coming in fast pants. Lifting her head, she twists to face me, and her hazy eyes, along with her damp, sweaty face have possession roaring inside me.
“Holy shit,” she gasps. “Holy fucking shit.”
Holy shit, indeed.
With our eyes still locked, I pull out of her, holding my fingers in front of her face. “Open.”
Maddy’s eyes flash but she obeys, and the second I slide my fingers into her mouth, she closes her lips over them, sucking hard and twirling her tongue over the tips with a moan that has me so close to the edge I wonder if it’s possible to come entirely untouched.
Unable to wait a second longer, I pull my fingers out of her mouth and crash my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to lick up the remnants. I groan as her taste explodes on my tongue, and all I can think ismore. I need so, so much more. And when Maddy drops one hand from my neck to reach between us and palm my dick, I go to another dimension entirely.
“We need to get out of here,” she mumbles, sucking my tongue into her mouth and giving me a long, slow stroke over my jeans that has me literally panting.
“Now,” I mutter, spinning her around and gripping her face in both my hands, licking along her bottom lip before I slam my mouth back to hers in a filthy fucking kiss that I feel all the way to my damn toes. “We’re leaving now. Home. Naked. Very, very naked as soon as possible.”
Maddy nips at my lip and I groan again, my cock leaking like a goddamn faucet. I’m holding on by a thread, and she knows it because she pulls back and grins. “Your place or mine?”
“Mine,” I grit out, closing my eyes and taking a long, slow breath to get my shit under control. Not an easy thing to do withmusic pounding and strobe lights flashing and bodies everywhere. “Tonight, I’m fucking you in my bed. Not in a hotel or against a wall in your parents’ house or on a damn dance floor. At my house. In my bed. Right where you belong.”
Maddy presses up on her toes and kisses me. It’s light and sweet and gives my body a chance to cool down from its inferno. When she pulls back, her eyes are soft, a small smile pulling at her lips. “So, take me home, Cam.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MADDY
“Drink, baby,” Cam says, coming up behind me where I’m studying the pictures of him and his kids on the carved wood mantle above his fireplace, pressing his lips to my shoulder and reaching around to hand me a glass. I look at it and giggle, spinning to face him.
“You have orange soda?”
He shrugs, smiling at me, and god, he looks good. His black button-down shirt is open at the collar, sleeves rolled up over the forearms I’m obsessed with. His hair is a mess of brown waves, and his eyes are crinkled at the corners, like he’s so happy to finally have me alone in his space that his smile can’t be contained. “You said that’s how you hydrate, and after all that dancing, you really, really need to hydrate.”
I take a sip of the soda and give him a sly grin. “I don’t remember much dancing.”
“Brat,” he mutters, his lip tipping up as he takes the soda from my hand and puts it on the coffee table. Turning back to face me, he glides his fingers over my forehead, pushing my hair behind my ear before taking one of my hands in his and slidingan arm around my waist, bringing our joined hands up to rest on his chest. When he starts swaying gently, my heart leaps into my throat.
“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling his lips graze the top of my head.
“You’re right,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead, my temple, his arm tightening around me as his fingers stroke back and forth over my hip. “We didn’t get to do much dancing. So, let’s do it now. Dance with me, Maddy.”
