“Please, Cameron,” she panted. “Now.”
He swirled his tongue, focusing on her clit, pushing her over the edge as she bucked her hips against him. Everything exploded in white-hot shards of pleasure throughher. He didn’t stop. He drew out her orgasm until it subsided in gentle waves. She let go of his hair, and he sat back. He was a beautiful sight, all tense muscles and a look of triumph on his face. She was open and exposed, but she didn’t move. She just watched him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled.
Then he met her eyes, and slowly he lowered his body over hers. Hiserection throbbed urgently against her, but the rest of him was under tight control. He kissed her on the lips and gave her a soft bite on the neck.
“I want to be inside you so bad, Jackson,” he whispered in her ear. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever get a chance to do it again.”
“So do it now,” she said.
He rolled his hips into hers with a deep groan. One of his hands cupped her face,and he kissed her.
“It’s going to be fast and hard,” he said, his lips brushing against hers.
“I like fast and hard,” she said.
“Good.” He eased back and pulled the wallet out of his back pocket to grab a condom. He lowered his boxers. Did his girlfriends ever get used to his sex drive? But he’d said himself he wasn’t the type that had girlfriends.
Cameron tore off the wrapperand rolled the condom down his impressive length. He lifted one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, and he teased her, gliding over her firmly.
“You want this?” he growled.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He positioned himself and then slammed into her. Oh, God. She cried out at the overwhelming fullness, and Cameron’s face twisted in agonizing pleasure. He pulled out and started to move. Heswore and thrust harder. All of his tight control dissolved. It was as if he had given in and let something deeper, something more basic, take over. His eyes were dark and alive, and her body sang under his. Her hips matched his rhythmic movements, seeking a second release that finally came. Explosive pleasure washed over her. He drove into her a few more times and threw his head back in an enormousroar. His big body jerked as he came.
He fell down onto his arms, his head hanging over her. He closed his eyes, and his chest heaved. She wanted to pull him down and feel the weight of him on her. She wanted to draw out the deep satisfaction of this encounter.
But that wasn’t what this night was about. That wasn’t what Cameron Blackmore was about.
She shifted under him, and he blinkedhis eyes open. He looked down at her. His gaze was soft, full of wonder. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but he seemed to change his mind. Instead he pulled out and took off his condom.
“You are really fucking hot,” he said as he got off the couch and headed for the kitchen.
That was what he wanted to say to her? That she was hot? That look on his face had moved her. Damn him. He hadto go and spoil this night by opening his stupid mouth. Because for a moment, she’d almost gotten carried away. For a moment, she’d thought they had hit on something more.
But all things considered, this was probably the best way to end the night. Call it a reality check.
Quickly she squirmed off the couch and shimmied her crushed skirt back over her hips. She shuffled the pillows anddug up her shirt, now crumpled into an ugly mess. She shoved her arms into the sleeves and buttoned it up.
Cameron wandered back into the room with two glasses of water in his hands, but he stopped when he caught sight of her.
“Jackson?” he said. “Are you leaving?”
She had to get out of his apartment before she did anything stupid. He hadn’t deceived her. She knew this encounter wasn’tabout anything more than pleasure, and he had just taken her orgasm to a new level. So why the hell did she feel like snapping at him?
Jackson put on her best business face and smiled. “Early calls, meeting tomorrow with the board. As you know.”
She found her way to his ridiculously stylish dining room table and picked up her bag, but by the time she reached the elevator door, Cameronwas standing in front of it.
“What’s going on, Jackson?” he asked.
“Absolutely nothing is going on, Cameron,” she said smoothly, forcing another smile. “Isn’t that the point of this?”
She stared at him, challenging him to disagree. He didn’t. His deep blue eyes were guarded, wary as he looked down at her. The elevator door opened.
“Excuse me,” she said, motioning to the door.
He stepped aside and she walked in. The doors closed, and she shoved her hand into her bag, searching for her glasses. It was only when she reached the street that Jackson realized she had no idea how to get back to her hotel room.
