9. Elias
Chapter Nine
ELIAS
Cammi’s eyes went dark. Her lips parted, and I wanted to kiss her so badly it hurt.
Although I hadn’t let myself spend too much time with Cammi, the reason I’d always steered away from getting too close was because she had a sweetness about her, a kindness that ran bone deep. I kind of lost my mind when I heard the bullshit that guy pulled on her. I knew she would never set out to have an affair with someone. She was loyal through and through and exuded it in everything she did.
I felt deeply protective of her, and I wanted to beat the shit out of that fucking asshole who’d used her like that. I hated to think her natural kindness could be soiled by cynicism.
And, the plain truth was, I wanted her, so fiercely I was tired of trying to swim against the current of my raw desire.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” My voice came out gruff, frayed by the need rushing through me.
Cammi’s lashes brushed against her cheeks before she lifted her eyes, slowly, searching mine. “Okay,” she whispered.
Somewhere in this moment where I had lost all sense of time, I’d slipped an arm around her waist, my palm resting at the base of her spine. Because I was selfish and greedy and couldn’t resist, I slid my hand down over the sweet curve of her bottom like I’d wanted to forever.
Cammi’s breath hitched, and she made a little sound at the back of her throat as I nudged her closer. Her soft curves bumped against my body. Her scent, sugar and flowers, spun around me. I slid my hand around to cup the base of her neck. Her head tilted back just as I dipped to brush my lips across hers. I meant to start this kiss gently. That lasted all of a second, if that. The moment my lips touched hers, it felt as if a bolt of lightning struck my body.
Every cell lit on fire, and the only way to save myself from getting burned was to dive into it. I fit my mouth over hers, growling when she let out a sigh into our kiss. And then, I was devouring her with deep strokes of my tongue, which she met stroke for stroke as she flexed against me.
Any intentions I had—and I couldn’t say I thought this through at all —flew out the window. I squeezed her bottom and then slid my hand up under her T-shirt, curling around her side to cup her breast. Her nipple pebbled under my touch through the thin silk of her bra, and I growled again as I brushed my thumb back and forth over it.
Fuck me. I needed more, and I needed it now. Cammi’s hands were busy, one mapping my chest, and the other stealing under the hem of my shirt, her touch was warm against my skin. I tore free from her mouth, breathing in long gulps of air. When I looked down, her chest was heaving and her lips were damp with her skin flushed pink.
I brushed my thumb over her nipple again, and I felt her shift her thighs. I needed more.
With my eyes on hers, I dipped my head before letting my gaze break free to dust kisses along her collarbone, pressing a hot open kiss at the base of her throat. She gasped my name, and I dragged her shirt down, almost dying a little inside when I saw she was wearing a black lace bra. Her pink nipples teased me through the dark lace. I shoved it down, and her breast plumped up over the top. I laved my tongue over one nipple before sucking lightly, savoring her little gasp and the feel of her fingers spearing in my hair.
I wasn’t going to take it that far tonight, but my cock was hard, to the point of pain. Sweet Cammi had tempted me for too long.
She had this penchant for wearing skirts. Thank fuck she had one on tonight, with boots of course. That was her style, kind of feminine and tomboy at once. I loved it. Moving swiftly, I pushed away from the counter and lifted her, sliding her hips onto the counter behind her, the very one where she’d served me coffee so many times.
I slid my palms up her legs, the fabric of her skirt rising up with my touch until it was in a rumple around her hips. “What are you doing” she whispered on the heels of a soft whimper when I cupped my palm between her thighs, feeling the damp silk there.
“You tell me. I can stop right now, or I can make you come all over my fingers and mouth.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. I took that as an opportunity to kiss her again. Her tongue was sassy with mine.
Drawing back, I prompted, “Tell me what you want.”
“Well, I mean, when you put it like that.” Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink and her eyes fell.
“Look at me.”
Those pretty blues met mine again. “What?” she whispered, lifting her chin slightly.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”
She shook her head.
“Since the first day I saw you.” I let that fall between us, watching her eyes widen slightly and her breath come out in a startled puff. “Now, where was I?” I dipped my head and pressed kisses on her neck again. She liked that, arching and letting out a little whimper when I nipped lightly. Straightening, I added, “Just tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
“Oh, there’s no chance of that,” she said, her voice husky. “I didn’t let myself think too far, but I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you.”
She bit her lip. I kissed her once, hard and fast, before letting my hand slide up the inside of her thigh again to tease over the damp silk. I pushed it aside, letting out a growl of satisfaction when I found her satiny, wet heat.
Cammi let out a ragged gasp as I teased my fingers through her slick folds. Lifting my eyes, I took her in. With her cheeks flushed pink, her breasts rising and falling with every breath she took, and her eyes darkening to navy, she was fucking glorious.
I dipped my head, nipping lightly at her earlobe. She arched her head, gasping when I sank two fingers in her channel. I needed to taste her sweet mouth, so I made my way there, dropping hot kisses along her neck before capturing her lips with mine again.
Her hips rocked into my touch as I delved into the very core of her. She murmured something into our kiss, and I drew away, asking, “Yes?”
Her eyes dragged open, her gaze heavy-lidded as she stared at me. “I don’t know, I think I said your name.”
I teased my thumb over her clit, watching as her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she let out a little whimper of pleasure when her hips rocked into my touch. Fuck, watching Cammi experience pleasure like this, so raw, so unvarnished, was its own form of torture. I could feel the teeth of my zipper pressing against my cock.
That was going to have to wait. I would eventually experience all of Cammi, but not here, in a hasty fuck in her coffee truck.
“Come for me,” I murmured as I drew my fingers out and buried them inside of her again. “Tell me what you need.”
She let out a frustrated gasp. “More,” she finally said, her tone a little bossy.
I fucked her with my fingers slowly before teasing over her swollen button of need. “That, more of that,” she gasped.
I could feel her body tightening as her channel rippled around my fingers, so I kept on going, drawing them out and sinking them in as I stretched her and teased over her clit. One of her hands curled on the edge of the counter, and she gripped it tightly as her body arched like a bow. She let out a long moan and gasped my name in a ragged cry.
I waited until the tremors running through her body stopped. I slowly drew my fingers away and pulled her panties back in place. Conveniently, there was a sink right beside us. I needed to taste her first before I washed it away. Lifting my fingers, I sucked them in my mouth just as Cammi opened her eyes.
Her mouth parted again, her eyes still dark. Her little coffee truck was quiet, save for the sound of her rough breathing as it slowed. Meanwhile, my body felt like a race car, the engine revving and revving. But I wasn’t going to let it loose, not tonight.
A sense of fierce tenderness squeezed my heart as I stared at her. This girl had had me since the first day I’d ever laid eyes on her. If she knew me, really, I didn’t think she would be here right now.
She reached between us, curling her palm over my cock through my jeans. She gave me a bold stroke, and my cock leaped under her touch. “Let me—” she began, her words stopping abruptly when I shook my head.
“Not tonight. I don’t wanna be too greedy.”
She looked confused for a minute, so I let my hand trail through the ends of her hair, sliding around to her cheek. “The first time I’m inside of you, it won’t be here in your coffee truck.”
Her eyes searched mine. “I think I’m the greedy one, but is there something wrong with my coffee truck?”