The playful comment is so at odds with his scowl that it takes me a moment to process it. When I do, I throw my head back and laugh, nearly falling off the table. “What?”
He repeats himself with all the seriousness in the world.
“I’m sorry, did I turn you on by correcting your horrible frosting technique?” I tease, warming under his attention. “Or was it the way I frosted the?—”
Cameron presses his lips to mine, stopping any and all trains of thought. I kiss him right back, relishing the hints of cinnamon as I trace my tongue against his. When he pulls back a fraction, breath harsh and uneven, I catch his lower lip between my teeth, not quite ready to let him go.
“It’s so fucking sexy watching you in your element,” he says, his lips brushing against mine with each word. His voice is rough, lower than usual.
Heat floods through me at his words, at the way he looks at me like I’m worth studying, worth memorizing.
His lips move to my neck, finding that spot just below my ear that makes my breath catch, and he nips at the sensitive skin, then soothes it with his tongue. He drags his teeth lightly—causing goose bumps to erupt all over me—moving lower, and starts the process over. I clutch his shirt, anchoring myself as he maps a path along my neck and jaw with his mouth.
“Cameron,” I breathe, half warning, half invitation.
He slides his hands to my waist and pulls me to the edge of the table. When my core connects with his hardness, I wrap my legs around his waist and guide him closer.
“You have no idea,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath warm, “how hard it’s been keeping my hands to myself all night.”
“I’ll get you a gold star for a job well done.” I tilt my head back, giving him better access.
One of those hands finds its way under my shirt, fingers skimming my back. “Mm-hmm, but now I want dessert.”
“You already had cinnamon rolls and sugar cookies,” I say, though my voice sounds far away.
“They were delicious, baby, but right now I want to taste you.”
“I promise the sugar cookies taste better.”
His lips curve into a smile against my throat, and when he lifts his head, his gaze is full of hunger. “I promise you they don’t.”
Amusement courses through me, along with a heavy dose of desire. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.”
He gives me a sly grin. “I’m going to take your pants off now, Kennedy, and then you’re going to lay back like a good girl and let me eat your pussy until you come all over my tongue.”
My jaw unhinges.Holy fuck. Is it possible for words alone to trigger an orgasm?
Cameron’s a pro at unlacing skates, so it’s no surprise that it takes him less than ten seconds to untie my shoes and slip them off my feet. It only takes another twenty to divest me of my jeans and underwear. The stainless-steel counter is cold against my bare skin, but I can’t focus on anything but Cameron’s face as heeases my thighs apart and licks his lips like he’s been marooned on a desert island and I’m his first real meal in weeks.
“Fucking look at you, sweetheart.” He hovers close and kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the scrape of his stubble making me shiver. “Already so fucking wet for me.”
He drags his tongue against my center, deliberate and teasing.
I gasp at the contact, my hips arching in response. “Fucking hell.”
He looks up at me, his green eyes burning with need. “No, baby. This is fucking heaven.”
The laugh that erupts from me turns into a moan when he starts moving his tongue against me in slow, firm strokes, like he’s savoring every second. I thread my fingers through his hair, grinding against his face, desperate for more. With a tighter grip on my thigh, he pulls me closer to his mouth, and when he slides two fingers inside me, curling them at just the right angle, tingles shoot up my spine.
He sets a steady rhythm and swipes over my clit with his tongue. The movements are lazy at first, and I’m in such a blissed-out state that when he finally sucks on my clit, hard and demanding, a bolt of electricity arcs through me. I gasp, back arching off the table. My breaths come in short, desperate pants as the tension coils tighter. With my hips tilted higher, I chase after the pleasure just out of reach.
Cameron moans against me, and the vibrations send me over the edge. I fall into my orgasm, jaw dropping open, legs shaking around his head, fingers twisting in his hair as I anchor myself to earth. To him. He grips my thighs firmly as he works me through it, not letting up until every breath slips from my lips as a ragged gasp.
As I come back down, I force my eyes open. He straightens, still holding tight to my thighs. His mouth is glistening, his eyesshining with satisfaction as he moves up my body, leaving a trail of kisses on his way.
“Much better than sugar cookies,” he growls against my mouth.
In answer, I slide my hand down his chest and into the waistband of his athletic pants. He’s warm and heavy in my hand, and as I wrap my fingers around him, his hips jerk forward. He lets out a ragged breath, forehead dropping to my shoulder, and shudders as I squeeze.
