Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
natalie
AFTER THE PARTY, I drove Ellie back to her hotel before meeting Cameron at his apartment.
He was waiting for me in the lobby, and while he greeted me with a smile when I arrived, he also remained quiet as we walked toward the elevator together.
His movements were tight, tense, and I wondered if something might be wrong.
That was, until the elevator doors closed, and he rounded on me, pressing me into the wood-paneled walls, grabbing my chin and planting a hard kiss on my lips that I immediately melted into.
Cameron released a husky chuckle against my mouth, like he was amused by how quickly I responded to the feeling of his lips on mine.
His fingers wandered up my sides, touching me in an almost frantic way, as though unable to believe he was allowed to put his hands on me again, and I happily wrapped my arms around him in return.
“Natalie,” he groaned, deepening the kiss until all I could feel was him—his body around me, his lips on my lips, his tongue stroking mine, his breaths tangling in the thick air.
Cameron was taking over everything, and it was exactly what I wanted, what I needed.
“It’s been far too fucking long since I’ve gotten to kiss you. ”
“It’s been a week,” I laughed breathlessly, and Cameron shook his head.
“Far too fucking long,” he reiterated with a grunt before abruptly pulling away from me. I didn’t understand why at first, reeling from the loss of his touch, chasing more of it as he stepped back. But then he started tugging me toward the doors of the elevator, and I realized they had opened.
Cameron walked like he was on a mission, ushering me down the hallway of his apartment, and I could feel the acceleration of my heart, racing as fast as Cameron’s steps.
He led me through his front door and didn’t stop walking until we were in his bedroom, making it very clear why we were here.
He wasn’t disguising this as anything but what it was as he pressed me back up against the wall, tilting my chin up, and dropping his mouth to mine, precisely how I’d been imagining he might when we stood outside Noah’s house earlier.
His kiss was softer this time, more curious.
He’d gotten the urge out of his system to feel my mouth against his again, and now he wanted to explore it.
I parted my lips, letting him in, and a full-body sigh came out of Cameron.
His hand slipped across my jaw and then kept moving, tangling in my hair, holding me in place so he could kiss me thoroughly, and I didn’t mind one bit, not when he kissed me like he’d been starved of physical contact.
“Cam,” I whimpered when he was unrelenting with his tender pace.
I understood how Cameron operated enough to know by now that he was probably going to drag this out until I wasn’t just whimpering but crying for more, and I honestly wasn’t sure I could handle that tonight. I’d been aching for days, wishing we hadn’t been interrupted last week.
Cameron surprised me, though. He broke off from my lips and began unbuckling his belt while stalking across the room, away from me. He opened the bedside table drawer, grabbing a condom from it before he unbuttoned his pants, zipped them down, and pulled out his erection, fisting it.
I stared, jaw dropping with every confident and sure movement he made. Especially when he looked back at me, his gaze meeting mine with blazing intent.
“I need to be inside you,” he muttered as he ripped open the condom wrapper.
Comprehending the words he was saying was hard when presented with the sight of him: pants resting low on his hips, hand slowly moving up and down his hard cock as he strode back toward me.
“Do you still want that?” he asked when I was silent, too busy absorbing every detail of this moment.
I nodded, my movements jerky. I was relying on the wall to hold me upright, leaning against it for support.
“Words, Sunshine.”
“I want that,” I whispered.
Cameron crowded me back against the wall, slipping the condom into my hand.
“Good girl,” he praised under his breath, barely audible. “Put that on for me, then.”
I looked up at him in somewhat surprise before springing into action, running my fingers up his length in a way that made Cameron shiver. He leaned forward, bracing a palm on the wall behind me, head tilted down to watch me slide the condom over the head of his cock and slowly roll it down.
A hushed curse fell from his lips, and a pleasant flip of my stomach responded.
As soon as I had the condom unrolled to cover him entirely, I looked up at Cameron to find his gaze already trained on me, hawkish, catching every detail, every movement, every breath I took. It should be unsettling, but it was so comforting to be seen and not overlooked.
“Has anything changed about what you want? Since we first started this?” he asked, and a million thoughts flooded my mind, ones that involved far too many feelings that I hadn’t fully considered yet. But then he added in an even lower voice, “Any requests for how I fuck you tonight?”
My body heated, both in a flush of arousal from his words and embarrassment of the words he hadn’t said and thought he might.
“No requests,” I said, voice just a little shaky. Not with nerves, though. Just with everything else—an overwhelming wave of desire and anticipation. “I trust you’ll give me what I need.”
Truer words had honestly never been spoken, and Cameron’s lips spread with a level of gratification I could almost taste.
“Yes, I fucking will.” His gaze flicked over me again. “Take off your underwear, Natalie. I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”
I was more than ready, but he’d find that out soon.
I kept my eyes on him as I reached down without a second thought, slipping my fingers beneath the hem of my dress and bunching it around my waist in the process.
Cameron watched, his eyes never leaving me as I shimmied out of my panties.
He put his hand out, and I placed the garment in his palm, trying not to squirm, aware of how my arousal coated the fabric.
But Cameron’s gaze just glittered knowingly as he pocketed it and leaned forward to brush a gentle kiss across my lips.
“You told me once,” he whispered, all while his fingers slid beneath my dress, repeating what I’d just done, trailing up my thigh, leaving goose bumps behind. “That between me and a wall was one of your favorite places to be. I think it’s time for me to reinforce that thought.”
Gasping as Cameron’s fingertips brushed the apex of my thighs, I instinctively parted them for him. He took advantage of that, delving one finger through my slick slit, working his way deeper with every stroke and causing me to swallow a throaty moan.
“God, I missed this.” He wore a dazed half-smile on his face. “I fucking dream about how wet this pussy gets.”
“Just for you,” I admitted on a breathy sigh, and Cameron’s eyes lit up.
“Yeah?”
There was something so boyishly charming about how he said it that I hadn’t expected him to thrust his fingers inside me a second later. I cried out, body bowing toward him as heat exploded inside me.
“Yeah,” I managed to confirm, and Cameron’s lips spread into a slow grin as he leisurely drew his fingers out before thrusting them back in. I fought off the urge to close my eyes, drowning beneath the weight of pleasure, before adding, “Korey used to complain I was never wet enough for him.”
Cameron’s gaze shone now, an almost threatening look on his face as he curled his fingers deeper, making me see stars.
When he spoke, there was a brutal gruffness to it.
“That is the one and only time I’ll allow you to say his name when I’m inside you, Sunshine.”
“I just wanted you to know how much more I—”
My voice vanished as Cameron pulled out of me and brushed his fingers against my clit instead, sending a jolt from my head to my toes. My knees weakened, my entire body softening under the gravity of my want.
“I know,” Cameron assured me, speaking the words against my lips with a brazen confidence I found so attractive. “That’s why I’m letting it slide.”
A hot flutter beneath my skin only intensified when Cameron dropped to his knees and peered up at me from the ground, hunger in his eyes.
They wandered down my body before focusing on my dress as he pushed it up, gradually exposing my thighs and then my cunt.
Cameron stared for a long moment, making my stomach twist and turn pleasantly.
“So beautiful,” he said throatily, forcing his gaze back to mine. “You are stunning, and I want you so fucking bad, but first, I need to—” He broke off, shaking his head as his eyes fell back down, tracing every inch of me. That look alone made me tremble.
“Cameron,” I whined, and he answered me by leaning forward and burying his face between my thighs.
And God, the moment his tongue swiped between my legs, sounds raised from my throat, incomprehensible and loud.
But Cameron moaned, too, as though he’d been deprived of the taste of me, as though I was the best thing he’d ever had in his mouth before.
He only pulled back to finish his sentence.
“I need to taste you. I just have to taste you, Natalie,” he said, voice deep and guttural as his eyes returned to mine and then stayed there while he swiped his tongue across my clit.
I tipped my head back with a groan, the intensity of his gaze too strong and overwhelming when combined with the heaviness of the pleasure he was giving me, his tongue stroking between my legs repeatedly.
Holy hell. My legs weakened further, my knees buckling.
Cameron’s strong hand wrapped around my waist, holding me steady, but when I was shaking too much to stay upright, he slipped his grip beneath my knee.
“Legs on my shoulders,” he said, commanding.
Legs? I wanted to question. As in both?