He did it again, his soft tongue tracing lazy, maddening circles over her swollen flesh, making her gasp. Her hands fisted in his hair to . . . drag him away? Drag him closer?
“Does it feel good?” His whisper was low and urgent, his breath hot against her damp flesh. “Tell me.”
Eleanor made an incoherent sound in answer—a gasp or a moan, she didn’t know which, only that she’d never made that sound before in her life. He pressed his tongue harder against her, his mouth relentless, devouring her, flicking again and again over that tiny knot of flesh hidden in her folds until she could no longer keep her hips still, and writhed against the bed.
Cam’s breath hissed from his lungs when she arched under his hands. “Yes, Ellie, yes—Give me everything.”
He murmured to her between teasing strokes of his tongue, his voice low and wicked, and his fingers were everywhere, one spread low over her belly to hold her still, the other thrusting slowly into her wet heat, his tongue hot and slick, working her until her back bowed with each stroke.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take another moment of his delicious torment, he slid a second finger inside her. “Ah, yes—so sweet and wet, Ellie.” His strokes were more insistent now, faster, his breath ragged. “Come for me.”
She didn’t understand his words, but it didn’t matter—it was enough to hear his voice wash over her, move through her heart as the knot he’d tied inside her body drew tighter and tighter until it unraveled in hot waves of pleasure. Eleanor cried out, her fingers pulling Cam’s hair as he stroked her through a bliss more intense than any she’d ever known. He didn’t stop until her body went limp against the pillows, then he released her thighs and moved to lie beside her. His mouth took hers, stealing each sigh from her lips until she calmed at last, then he brushed her tangled hair away from her face.
“So beautiful.” His voice was soft, filled with wonder, but strained, breathless, and his shaft leapt against her belly. She shifted against him, squirming lower on the bed so his hard length nudged between her thighs.
Cam moaned, his big body shaking as she urged him to lie on top of her. “Tell me you want me.” He held still, his hips tight against hers. “Tell me you’ll give yourself to me.”
Oh, she did—she wanted him, against all reason, whether she should or not.
“Tell me.” He moved his hips in a gentle thrust.
She gazed up at his stark, beautiful face, into his intense green eyes, dark with longing, and all thoughts of resistance melted away. “I want you. Don’t stop, Cam.”
He released a long breath, and his lips met hers, the kiss so tender Eleanor had to pull away. His face softened as he looked down at her. He caressed the insides of her thighs, then pushed them apart gently to open her to him. He settled between her legs, his lean hips opening her wider. “Don’t be afraid.”
Eleanor only nodded, for how could she tell him it wasn’t the physical pain she feared, but the pain to her heart?
A ragged groan tore from his throat as he braced himself over her. The tip of his cock nudged against her entrance, then he thrust into her in one quick, powerful stoke. Once he was buried deep inside her, he went still. “Ellie?” He turned her face to his with a gentle hand on her cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She’d gone stiff beneath him, stunned at the sudden, sharp pain, but she could already feel her body closing around him, accepting him, tugging his hard flesh deeper inside her. She slid her arms around him and sank her fingers into the arch of his back. “You feel so . . . big. So hard.”
Some of the tension eased from him, and he laughed softly. “You feel—ah, Eleanor. You feel beautiful, so hot and sweet. I can’t get enough of you.”
Encouraged by his words and the feel of her body easing around him, she moved, just the tiniest circling of her hips, but Cam gasped and threw his head back as if he’d never before felt such astonishing pleasure. “Yes. God, yes.”
He began to move inside her then, his movements slow, careful. His body coaxed hers until each stroke took on an urgent necessity. “Cam,” she gasped, sinking her fingernails into his sweat-slick back. “Cam.”
He thrust deep into her with a powerful surge of his hips. “Do you need more?”
Eleanor closed her eyes and cried out at the exquisite sensation of him filling her. “Yes. Yes.”
She thrust her hips upward in a desperate attempt to repeat the sensation, but Cam held her to the bed with his hands, and with a dark laugh resumed his slow, measured strokes. “Not yet.”
He held back ruthlessly, keeping her just on the edge of release until, maddened, she broke free from his grasp and pulled him hard against her with her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles around his taut hips and pressed her mouth to his neck to suck and bite at him, his skin salt and musk under her tongue.
Cam gave a fierce, guttural cry and surged against her, all restraint at an end as he worked to give her what she needed. He twisted a fist in her hair to draw her head back so he could see her face. He thrust into her again, then again, hard and fast and deep. “Eleanor. Come with me.”
Eleanor arched against him, panting, her eyes locked with his. “Oh, oh . . .”
“Now.” He slid a shaking hand between her open thighs to stroke her and she cried out, her legs tightening around him as she exploded beneath him.
“Yes, Eleanor.So good. . . ” Cam’s hips thrust furiously as he drove into her, until at last he cried out with savage triumph, shuddering over her, his back bowing as he came to his own release.
His arms collapsed beneath him and he sagged against her, his body spent. For long moments they lay there and he held her, the only sound their mingled breathing.
Eleanor reached up to stroke his damp hair, dazed. He was . . . dear God, he was magnificent. She’d never dreamt she could feel such pleasure, and he’d been so tender, so careful of her. Her heart crashed against her ribs now, just thinking of it. To experience such pleasure in his arms, it made her . . .
Vulnerable.
