Chapter 16 #2
“Reading anything interesting from Juniper’s library?”
He laughed softly. “Couldn’t concentrate on any kind of reading tonight.”
“No?”
“No, Natalie.” His voice was like velvet.
“Baseball?”
“Not that, either.”
“That’s…too bad.”
Even over the phone, he somehow had the ability to unnerve me with his directness.
“I think I’ll be alright,” he murmured. “But I’d rather be there. With you.”
“That would be nice,” I whispered.
“Yeah?” I imagined him looking at me with a cocked brow and a slight twist of his lips. “Just nice?”
I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it. “Depends what we’d be doing if you were here.”
“What a good point.” There was humor in his voice, like this was what he’d been trying to get to all along. “What would you want us to be doing, Natalie? If I were there. Right now. In bed with you.”
The thought alone overwhelmed and excited me.
I tried to imagine Cameron here, beside me.
He would take up so much space, in the best way possible.
His broad shoulders leaning against my headboard, his long legs stretching across the bedspread, his hands wandering, closing the distance between us the way they did beneath the table today.
I’d want him to touch me. It could be anywhere, doing anything. I wasn’t sure I cared, wasn’t sure I wanted to dictate it. “I think I’d want you to decide,” I answered after a long beat.
“Yeah?”
He couldn’t keep the eagerness from his voice, and I smiled to myself.
“I make so many decisions every day. I think I’d like to be told what to do for once.” I thought on that for a moment, how I wanted to make sure it differed from what I’d already experienced in the past, and knew there was one major difference. “But also be…prioritized, I guess.”
A soft groan came through the phone, making my pulse tick faster.
“You’re saying I can do what I want with you as long as I make you come?”
Heat rose up my body at his blunt words. “Yeah, Cameron. That’s what I’m saying.”
I swallowed past the sudden dryness in my throat, caused by my hot flash.
“So when you say you want control,” he continued, clearly trying to piece me and my needs together, “you don’t mean you want control over me. You just want control over the parameters of what we’re doing.”
I nodded, happy that he understood and that we were having the conversation so we could be on the same page. Because that was exactly what I wanted.
“Yes.” The single syllable came out breathless. “If you’re up for it, I’d prefer you have control in…teaching me what I like.”
“Goddamnit, Sunny.”
“What?”
“You’re just so fucking perfect.” His voice came through in varying degrees of muffled, like he was running a hand over his face. “You were worried about compatibility, but you have no idea how much—fuck. Just…yes. Yes, I am up for it. I have every confidence that I can give you what you need.”
“I know you will,” I said, because Cameron had only ever exuded confidence. “I’m not really that worried. I just wanted to be sure.”
And he’d only ever delivered on his promises.
I’d only known him a short time, but I couldn’t help but feel safe in every one of his reassurances.
Every time he’d encouraged or assured me, it made me feel like I was exactly where I needed to be.
And I suspected it would feel exactly the same—probably even better—when we explored these new roles.
“You can be sure, Natalie,” he insisted. “You can trust in what you felt earlier today when I put my hands on you. You can trust in the instinct that made you drag them back for more.”
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I admitted, knowing that if I were to go back in time, I would probably do it all over again without doing anything different.
“But you liked it.” Not a question, but a statement.
“I did,” I whispered into the phone. “I liked you touching me.”
His hushed “Fuck” sent me spiraling.
And it only got worse when he added, “You wanted me to keep touching you, didn’t you?”
“Mhmm,” I hummed, thinking back to the feel of his thumb tracing circles on my inner thigh, making me want to part my legs, give him access to more of me.
“You felt so fucking good beneath my fingers. All I wanted to do was feel more of you.”
An embarrassing whimper left my lips as I thought about it, as I imagined Cameron’s hands on me again, as I thought about them touching me in other places, slipping beneath the hem of my underwear.
“Yeah, Sunny? You agree?” His voice was a fucking aphrodisiac, all gruff but smooth at the same time. The most sinful oxymoron.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“If my hand slid higher beneath your skirt, what would I have found?” he asked, voicing my exact thoughts.
I slipped my hand beneath the covers, sliding it down my body to my thighs, right where he had been this morning. My skin was warm, probably from the heat of his words. And then I mimicked them, moving my fingers along the inner seam of my thigh.
“Cameron,” I panted, unable to say anything other than his name.
“Natalie, tell me.” A soft demand.
“Tell you what?”
I already couldn’t remember the question.
“What I would have found. If I let my fingers drift higher between your soft thighs, if I dragged them over the fabric of your underwear. Would it have been wet?”
I swallowed a groan. Already in my pajama shorts, I wasn’t wearing underwear right now, but I knew exactly what I would have found between my legs if I were. I knew what I did find when I left Cameron’s office earlier.
“Yes,” I admitted on a sigh. “Drenched, actually.”
“Jesus fuck,” Cameron muttered.
The roughness of his voice sent a thrill through me.
“What about now?” he asked, sounding desperate for the answer.
A muted cry left my lips as I slipped a finger between my legs, testing, as though I didn’t already know what I would find. My head fell back against the pillows at the glide of my finger over my clit, coated with arousal.
“Natalie,” Cameron grunted when I was silent. “Tell me.”
“Wet,” I breathed on an exhale. The only word I could get out.
“I know,” he said, more relaxed now. Almost like he was reassuring me. “If I was there, I would do something about it, too. That pretty pussy needs attention, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” My most transparent confession yet. “I’ve been needing it all day.”
“Needing who, Sunshine?”
“Needing you.”
I’d been hot and bothered and on edge since the moment I walked out of Cameron’s office earlier. Our conversation, the way he’d touched me, talked to me, all of it made me needy for more. Made me feel like things were unfinished.
“Good girl,” Cameron praised. “I need you being honest with me like this.”
I nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see me as I stroked my finger deeper, barely withholding a gasp.
“You know I would have spread you out on my desk this morning if I could have,” he added, dropping his voice another degree. “I would have taken care of you, Sunshine.”
I bit down on my lip, picturing that. Cameron lifting me onto his desk, hiking up my skirt, spreading my legs, and then—
“For now, I need you to do it.” His voice sounded tight, barely restrained. “Touch yourself. Pretend it’s me.”
I was way ahead of him. I dragged a fingertip through my wet slit, letting myself imagine that he was the one doing it, that his fingers had trailed all the way up my thigh and swiped beneath my nonexistent underwear. A pleasure-filled sigh left my lips, the only response I managed for Cameron.
But he didn’t seem to mind.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “I can already tell you’re going to follow directions so well, Natalie.”
I flushed from his praise, my entire body heating from the inside out. I pressed my lips together, stifling an even louder cry as I circled my fingers around my swollen clit, giving it the attention it deserved.
“Oh, fuck,” Cameron cursed, seeming to have heard me anyway.
“I wish I was there. I want to see your fingers between your thighs. I want to see you touch yourself while you think about me. I want to see what you do while you’re alone in that nice, big bed of yours.
How you make yourself come when you watch those dirty little videos. You do that, right?”
“I have.” No point lying to him now. I wasn’t coherent enough to even try, not as pleasure flooded my body, spurred on by Cameron’s words, the images that he was describing, the idea that he might see me, watch me. The warmth of his eyes, I could practically feel it.
“You’re going to show me.” It was a promise and a threat all at once, and my entire body shuddered. “You’re going to show me what you like, okay?”
“I thought that was your job?” I countered between panting breaths. “To show me what I like.”
“I need to understand you in order to give you what you need, Natalie. You wanted slow and controlled. That’s what I’m going to give you. I’m going to take my time, learn you inside and out, and then I’m going to make you see fucking stars.”
“Cameron,” I groaned.
“I’m right here, baby,” he said, but his voice sounded more labored. Like this was taking more out of him than he was maybe ready to admit. “Just tell me how it feels. Please, I need to know.”
“So good.”
“Mm,” Cameron moaned. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?”
“Soaked,” I assured him. My fingers were coated with my arousal, with the evidence of how badly I wanted him, lost in my dazed imagination.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunted and then continued to pant in a way that made me want to know more, wanted to imagine him, wishing I could see him, right now.
He was always in those suits, but I wanted to see what he looked like when his shirt was unbuttoned, and his jacket thrown off, and his pants zipped down, bunched around his hips.
“And you?” I managed.
This was a two-way street, and suddenly, I needed to know.
“So fucking hard for you,” he said without hesitation, his voice cutting through me like steel.
“Are you—?”