I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling a whiplash of emotions I can’t tease apart. “There’s no music.”
“Isn’t there?” he says quietly, turning us in a circle in the middle of his living room. The slow, easy movement is such a stark contrast to the frenzied way he took me earlier on the dance floor, the frantic way he drove us back to his house, that I have no idea how to handle it. I thought we would tear each other apart the second we walked inside, but instead, Cam pressed me against his front door and kissed me until my head spun, before going to the kitchen to get me a drink, like we have all the time in the world.
Cam’s flip between possession and care is fucking up my head a little, making me feel things it may be entirely too soon to feel. But my heart and my head are a runaway train because for the first time ever, there are no impending deadlines, no kissing on borrowed time. No hiding. It’s just me and him and the long night ahead. There may still be questions about what happens tomorrow and how we’ll make this work in the real world. If we even can. But there are no questions about tonight.
Tonight, I’m sure.
My body vibrates with need at the same time as I relax into him, another contrast making my head spin.
I am so gone for him.
Dipping his head, Cam kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and over my shoulder. Mapping my skin with lips and tongue andteeth, as if he’s branding himself there. Ensuring that every inch of me belongs to him.
I’m entirely sure it already does.
“So sweet,” he says, lips gliding along my collarbone as his thumb strokes the back of my hand. “So perfect.” His voice is so quiet I can barely hear him, but when he lifts his head, the swirling emotion in his eyes makes my heart pound. “Tonight, I want to make you mine. Can I? Please?”
“You don’t have to ask,” I manage, not sure I’m going to survive this night. The way he begs me to be his.
“I’m asking,” he says simply, bringing his hand up to cup my face, thumb stroking my cheek and his eyes boring into mine.
My defenses are lowered, my filter gone, and all I can give him is the truth. “I’m already yours.”
I feel the weight of those words as I say them, and I know he does too because his eyes go onyx, the sound rumbling from his chest joy and relief and pure need all at once. Gripping my hips and leaning in, Cam covers my mouth with his, teasing my lips open with his own. Fireworks burst behind my eyes at every swipe of his tongue against mine, and I wrap both my arms around his neck to anchor myself to him.
This isn’t just a kiss.
This is possession. It’s determination. It’sThis is happening right nowandThank fucking god.
I know Cam feels it too because his hands move up my back, finding the zipper at the top of my dress and sliding it down slowly, the sound of the teeth releasing reverberating through the room. His fingers glide over every inch of skin he bares, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. When he’s finished, I let the dress fall to the floor and step back, standing in front of him in nothing but a black, strapless bra and silver heels.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Cam mumbles, his heated gaze raking over me, his fist coming up to cover his mouth. I feel my skin flush at the concentrated way he looks at me, and I’ve never felt so desired in my entire life. “I don’t know where to touch you first.”
“Anywhere,” I say, skating my hands up my torso and flicking my nipples through the satin of my bra. “Everywhere. Just touch me, Cameron.”
Cam’s eyes go feral, and he yanks his shirt out of his pants. Not bothering with the buttons, he reaches behind him and tears the entire thing over his head, along with his undershirt, flinging both to the floor. I don’t get a chance to take him in before he’s in front of me in a single stride, grasping my thighs and lifting me into his arms, wrapping my legs around him as my shoes fall off and clatter to the floor.
“Bedroom. Now,” he mutters, sealing his mouth over mine, one hand gripping my ass and the other coming up to tangle in my hair, holding me right where he wants me as he makes his way towards the stairs. He stumbles his way up blindly, his lips never leaving mine. It feels like we walk forever, pressed up against each other, my pussy settled right over his cock, hands roving and tongues tangling like we might never get another chance.
I don’t notice we’re in Cam’s bedroom until he drops me on his mattress. I land with a bounce and expect him to crawl over me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans over and picks up something from the nightstand. I don’t have a chance to see what it is before he’s striking a match, the tiny flame illuminating the room as he lights a circle of candles and then stands next to the bed. His big, hard body looms above me, bathed in the flickering candlelight, and holy mother of god.
I think maybe over the last two months I’ve blocked how good he looks naked out of pure self-preservation, but now that he stands before me, it’s hard to understand how that’s possible. He’s all stacked abs and cut muscle, black-inked triskelion tattoo riding over his ribs and perfect V-cut I want to run my tongue over disappearing into his pants.
Is it possible to come just from looking at someone?
As Cam takes me in like I’m the only woman in the entire world, I feel like I might be about to find out.
He says nothing, the silence between us heavy and charged, his blue eyes dark and intense as his gaze travels the length of my body, over my face and my satin-covered breasts and down my stomach. When he reaches the spot where my legs are pressed together, he licks his lips slowly, and it’s so unbearably sexy that it feels natural to reach back and unhook my bra, tossing it to the floor before planting my hands behind me, drawing my knees up until my feet are flat on the bed and then letting my legs drop open, bearing myself to him.
He whimpers. Just like the night in his hotel room, Cam whimpers as he flicks open the button on his jeans. He draws the zipper down and palms his cock through his boxers, his gaze fixed on my pussy.
“Look at you,” he grits out, shoving his pants down and stepping out of them. “You’re so wet, Maddy. Pink and glistening and dripping right onto my bed.” He pushes down his boxers and his cock springs up, thick and hard with precum already beading at the tip. He gives himself a long, slow stroke, and I bite my lip, holding in my own whimper because he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
“You’re gorgeous,” Cam says, walking to the bed and dropping to his knees. “Perfect.” He runs his knuckles over me, and my breath gusts out when he strokes over my clit. “A goddamn goddess.” He leans in and sucks a spot on my thigh, leaving a red mark he soothes with his tongue. “I am the luckiest fucking guy in the world to have you in my bed.” Cam pushes a finger inside me, causing a moan to fall from my throat and my stomach muscles to tighten at the delicious invasion. “Fuck yes,” he whispers, tracing my inner thigh with his tongue. “Let me hear you. Every sound, Wildcat.”
Cam curls his finger up and I groan, my back arching as he pushes deeper, adding a second finger. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He fucks me with his fingers, switching his mouth to my other leg, licking a path up my thigh, tracing the crease where my leg meets my body. He’s so close to where I need him but notclose enough, and I’m so turned on I could scream. I spread my legs wider, gripping his hair and yanking his head up.
