Her voice softens a little. “My mum used to say that too.”
I lean over her, and move the hair from her face. “Don’t shut me out. You’re no consolation prize. You’re so much more.”
“I’m sorry. It just brought back a lot of hurtful memories.” She wriggles and the soft cushions of her ass makes my dick grow against her cheeks, the thin cotton of our clothes is the only thing between us. My heart pounds against her back. Does she realise what she’s doing to me?
“What bastard hurt you so much that you can’t trust me?”
“I’ve had my heart broken many times, Gray.”
“Don’t push me away. I know what you’re doing.”
She nudges forward on the bed, but I pull her back to me, wrapping her in my arms, not ready to let her go yet.
“You’re scared, Cam. It’s okay. I’m scared too, but most of all, I’m scared of you walking out that door. I’m terrified I’ll never see you again. What is it you’re so afraid of?”
“In the past, I’ve always picked up the pieces of my broken heart and put myself back together. But I don’t know if my heart would survive you, Gray.”
My chest caves. She does care. “It wouldn’t need to. I’d never break your heart, Cam, because you have mine.”
“Promise?” Her ass wiggles again. If she didn’t know I was hard a minute ago, she does now. Her stomach pulls in as she gasps, her whole body freezes next to me.
“Cam.” My voice is a growl against her neck, full of want and need.
She shuffles, turning until she’s facing me. Our noses kiss and my mouth seeks out her heat as my lips press to hers. A vibration hums from her lips, and I push my tongue into hostile territory, hoping she’ll surrender to me.
My knuckles glide down her spine, sending another vibration through her body this time. “I can’t change the past, but we’re both here in the present. And I want you. I need you, Cam.”
My lips brush against hers. The need to make her feel good and protect her heart overwhelms me, along with my cock’s need to be inside her. My body trembles as I climb on top, peppering her face with kisses.
“I need you too.” She tugs at my t-shirt and with one hand I reach over my shoulder, bunching the fabric and pull it over my head, then toss it to the floor.
I unbutton her pyjama top. “Is this okay?”
She nods, chewing on her plump bottom lip as I take in the sight of her body with each popped button, setting her double d’s free.
“No bra?” Before she can answer, my head dives, crashing against her nipple, causing her to suck in a breath. The little nub grazing against the flat of my tongue has my dick pulsing, my balls drawing tighter. It’s been a long time since I was with a woman. One that I actually cared about, anyway.
Her hips lift as she grinds into me, telling me she wants to go further. I kneel on the bed, reaching for the bedside table and wince as a sharp pain shoots from my knee. After rummaging to the back of the drawer, I find the small box I hoped was still there and peel away the cellophane. “Is this what you want, Cam?”
She nods again, still chewing on her lip. I ignore the pain in my knee. There’s no fucking way I’m letting that ruin this for me. It already shattered one dream. I’m not gonna let it spoil another. I’ve wanted this moment since I was about eighteen years old, only I was too much of a pussy to tell her.
I free my dick, pulling it from my boxers. Cam leans up on her elbows wide eyed, watching me roll down the rubber. Once covered, I tease the waistband of her pyjama shorts. She lifts her ass, allowing me to pull them off.
The curve of her stomach causes a crease at the top of her neatly trimmed V. Her thighs squash together, hiding herself from me, like a hidden treasure that I have to find. I press my lips to her round stomach and work my way south, kissing and licking her pillowy flesh.
“Open up for me, Cam. I want to see you. I want to taste you.”
Her knees draw up slowly before dropping to the side, opening herself fully like a flower in full bloom. I swoop down to lick at the nectar pooling from her centre. Sweet as honey and tangy like a sweet and sour sauce I can’t get enough of. My tongue pierces her and her hips buck. She liked that.
“Tell me what you like, flower.” My tongue swirls around her clit, and I flick my eyes up to watch her reaction to everything I do.
“I like that, Gray.” She fists the bedsheets, her eyes don’t leave mine. Her legs shake, and I know she’s close already. “I want you inside me.”
My mouth smothers her clit, suckling on her bud. I slip a finger inside, like dipping my finger into the honey jar, and she moans.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yes, more. Gray, I want more. Fill me up.”
