Chapter 24 #2
“Has any other man seen you in this before?” he finally asked, taking a measured step toward me.
“No.”
“Thank fuck.”
The words came out as a grunt as he took two more heavy strides and closed the distance between us. He slid his hands onto my face, and I sighed with relief as he tilted my head back, lowering his own.
“Christ, you’re beautiful. And I’m going to touch you everywhere tonight, Sunshine,” he muttered just before his lips crashed onto mine.
I whimpered my approval as Cameron kissed me hard enough that I was left searching for air.
He wasn’t holding back, and my body melted at the recognition of his commanding touch, his fierceness.
His tongue sought entry into my mouth, and I granted it so he could deepen the kiss.
Heat washed over me, settling between my legs.
We stood in my living room, kissing like that.
Desperately. Hungrily. Needily. Until standing didn’t seem possible anymore.
My legs weakened. My body pressed to his, relentlessly trying to get closer, needing more of everything, even as his hands roamed over my curves, fingers sliding beneath the lace bodysuit as he traced the outline of it.
Eventually, Cameron groaned before pulling me down onto the couch, grabbing my hips, and positioning me on his lap. I happily straddled him, my knees sinking into the cushions. And then I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lead me back to his mouth.
Cameron’s hands continued their exploration as we kissed but in more of a frenzied manner, as though he worried I might disappear if he didn’t touch all of me fast enough.
He ran his hands up and down my sides first and then my back, cupping my ass, squeezing, and tugging me closer to his body, trying to eliminate the space between us.
I gasped when I felt the rough fabric of his pants through the sheer lace between my legs.
That and his straining cock behind it, pressing against the apex of my thighs, where I knew I was already wet, likely making a mess.
Cameron either didn’t know or didn’t care, tilting his hips up so that I could get an even better feel of how badly he wanted me, and my breath hitched at the reminder of just how big he was.
And then I stopped breathing entirely when Cameron’s large palms slid up my stomach and covered my breasts, cupping them.
“It’s starting to become a problem,” he rasped, circling his thumb over the partly visible ring of my nipple.
“What?” I asked, though it was muffled by the moan that broke through my lips when he dragged the pad of his thumb over the tip of my nipple, teasing it. Cameron released a hushed curse when my body responded, growing tight, pebbling beneath his touch.
“How much I fantasize about you.” Cameron’s reply was almost astounded, like he’d never touched a woman before, even though I knew that wasn’t true.
Before I could speak, he bent his head and captured one nipple through the lace, causing me to arch back with a cry. He flicked his tongue out, swirling it around my breast, and I twisted my fingers in the collar of his shirt, needing something to hang on to.
“And now you’re wearing this, and I’m so fucked, Natalie.” His intensity caused a rattling in my bones. “This is all I’m ever going to think about.”
Same, I wanted to say. But I couldn’t because Cameron was yanking the lace down, exposing my breasts, cupping them in his hands, groaning, and I didn’t know how to form words. Only sounds left my lips—pleading, desperate sounds.
“Oh my God.” Cameron’s breath grazed my skin. “Look at you.”
“Cameron,” I gasped, not knowing how to put into words what I needed.
“Just give me a second. I just need a second to…look at you. Appreciate you.”
I nodded, and after several long seconds of Cameron doing just that while my heart pounded in my chest, he lowered his head and once again captured a peaked nipple in his mouth, moaning around it.
But this time, there was no lace between us, no fabric, and everything felt so new, so hot and wet and sensitive.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations of his lips and tongue and breath.
Cameron spent what seemed like a lifetime exploring my breasts with his mouth, not just kissing, but biting, nipping, lapping.
Hushed praises pressed against my raw skin, awed little exclamations about how perfect I was, how good I looked with his hands all over me.
I felt like I was barely on Earth, like I might float straight up into the stars, an out-of-body experience.
He took his time, almost as though testing my limits, seeing what caused me to whimper and whine.
Or, as I was doing now, rock against his hips, desperately seeking friction.
To my despair, Cameron stopped me with a firm hand on my pelvis, fingers digging into my side. “Be good, Natalie.”
A sound left my lips at his reminder, both frustrated and undeniably turned on—possibly even more so than last week.
“Such a needy girl tonight,” he muttered against my skin. His soft chuckle drove me wild. “But I’m not done learning you.”
I wanted to complain, but how could I when he continued to give me pleasure like I’d never experienced it before?
God. His fingers, his lips, his tongue traveled my body, but I felt every touch directly between my legs, like he was stroking me closer and closer to a release.
But it was never enough, could never quite get me there.
When Cameron eventually reached between us to undo his belt buckle, my entire body trembled in his lap. I needed more.
But then he stilled, and I wanted to cry out in protest. I almost did, until I realized why he’d stopped.
My phone was ringing.
And honestly, I was ready to ignore it, but Cameron was already detangling us, pulling me off him. When I made a little whine, his explanation was incredibly gentle.
“It’s Noah,” he said, nodding toward my phone on the coffee table.
Shit.
Noah, my brother, who had my daughter staying at his apartment tonight. Right.
I reached to grab the phone before the call went to voicemail, even knowing that I likely sounded breathless when I picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Nat.” Noah’s panicked voice sent me scrambling to my feet. “I’m so sorry, but I need you to get over here. Chloe’s sick.”