“You don’t have to,” Cam says to his mom when the kids both disappear upstairs in a cacophony of pounding feet and slamming doors. “This was supposed to be our day together.”
Lisa smiles at both of us. “And now it’s your day together. I don’t think you get very many of those. Let me give you this one.”
“We’ll take it,” Cam says, giving me a look that has me suppressing a shiver.
“Oh, I bet you will,” Lisa says, sounding amused.
True to her word, twenty minutes later, Cam and I are alone.
“So…that happened,” he says with a grin, wrapping a hand around my ankle and pulling me closer to him.
Swinging a leg over his lap, I straddle him with a knee on either side of his thighs, weaving my fingers into his hair. “That absolutely happened. I really like your mom.”
Cam leans in and kisses me, wrapping his arms around my waist, big hands splayed on my lower back. “She likes you too,” he says against my lips. “And she’s a tough customer.”
I scoff. “No, she isn’t. All the women in my life are just like her, so I know how she operates. You like me, so she likes me. I’m yours, so I’m hers too. But upset you or your kids and I’m dead to her for all of eternity.”
Cam laughs, bringing his lips back to mine. “Better keep me then,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding under my sweatshirt to draw maddening circles on my hips that light tiny licks of fire under my skin. “Because I really, really like you. And you’re definitely mine.”
“Yours,” I say, carding my fingers through his hair. Our mouths move together in a wet, messy tangle, and I think I’ve never liked the sound of that word more in my entire life than I do right now, with Cam’s lips on mine and his hands on me and the feel of his growing erection settling between my legs.
“Mine,” he mutters, trailing his lips down my jaw and my neck, licking and sucking the sensitive skin until I’m whimpering. And when I rock my hips over him, Cam exhales roughly and grips the hem of my sweatshirt, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. Leaning back, he groans at the view of my naked breasts.
“Fuck, Wildcat. No bra?”
I shrug, gliding my hands up my torso. When I pinch my nipples, it’s Cam’s turn to whimper. God, I love that fucking sound. “It’s a no-work Sunday and I just didn’t feel like it.” I lean in so my mouth is at his ear. “I’m not wearing underwear either.”
“Shit,” he practically moans, dipping his head and taking me in his mouth, flicking his tongue over one nipple and sucking it into a tight peak while he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. The motion sends an electric shock right to my clit and I gasp, rocking my hips to try and get more friction.
“So sweet,” Cam murmurs, his hot breath against my skinmaking me ache all over. Then he lifts his head, giving me a mischievous grin. “But you could be sweeter.”
Before I can ask him what he means, he’s swiping a finger through the leftover whipped cream on his plate and running it over my nipple, then sealing his mouth over me and sucking it right off. I cry out at the sensation, groaning when he does it again on the other side. And when he lifts his head and crashes his lips to mine, I taste the whipped cream on his tongue mixed with lust and desire andCam,and my head threatens to spin right off my body.
“I need you,” I mutter, working myself over his hard cock. “Want to taste you.” I haven’t, not since the night we met, and suddenly it’s all I can think about.
“Taste me where?” he asks, his voice a low rasp as his tongue does delicious things to the skin behind my ear.
“Taste you here.” I slide a hand between us, palming his erection over his joggers and giving him a long, slow stroke.
“Goddammit, Wildcat,” he grits, pulling back to look at me, his pupils blown wide with pleasure as I rub my thumb over his tip, feeling the wet spot on his sweatpants. “It’s been too damn long since you had those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. I remember your mouth feeling like a dream.”
I lean in until my mouth is right by his ear again. “Why don’t you let me refresh your memory?” I whisper, before biting down on his earlobe and then sucking it into my mouth. He grunts, thrusting his hips up, hard cock rubbing against me deliciously.
Who is this sex goddess?I wonder idly.
Couldn’t be me, except it totally is because Cam growls, rolling us over in one smooth motion so I’m pinned underneath him, the blankets at my back and his erection grinding against my stomach like he’s as desperate as I am.
I made him that way.
Me.
Cam kisses me once before sliding up my body, his powerfullegs straddling my chest as he tears his shirt over his head and looks down at me, blue eyes blazing.
Holy fucking shit.
This is how I go.
I’m dead now, killed completely by the sight of this huge, gorgeous man looming over me, all muscles and desire and impressive erection threatening to burst out of his joggers, looking at me like he wants to eat me alive.
