The Hunger Games
THE HUNGER GAMES
RACHEL
My lips parted. He had said everything that I had been waiting for him to say, and for the first time in my life, I had nothing. Nothing to blurt out, nothing on the tip of my tongue. I just stood there and started to cry, my body overflowing with happiness.
Cam took another step toward me with pleading eyes. “R—Rachel? Oh no, are you going to blow a gasket?”
I laughed and wiped under my eyes. “I want you to take me home.”
A slow smile wandered across his face, and he stepped nearer, filling the space between us with charges of electricity. “I’m warning you, I’m going to kiss you … hard.”
“And my offer still stands to put my mouth all over your body.”
I dropped my purse as he pulled me to him. His mouth crashed into mine as cheers erupted around us. I broke free from his lips to catch my breath. “Now, do your hero thing and get me out of here.”
He lifted me into his arms as more cheers sounded, accompanied by applause and wolf whistles. We didn’t exchange a single word during the mad dash back to my house.
At every stoplight, our lips met and we couldn't help but moan with the same fervent desire. Our hands were starving for each other's touch as they explored every inch of our bodies. We had been holding back this hunger for far too long. As I breathed in his familiar scent, I realized just how much I had missed him and how his presence ignited a fire within me.
It took far too long to unlock my front door. I kicked off my shoes, and he slipped out of his. My hands flew to his waist, and I ripped his shirt off. Buttons scattered in several directions, but thankfully none hit me in the head.
“Whoa, that was cool. I’ve been dying to do that to you,” I breathed, taking in every hard line of his chest. He shed the rest of his shirt and tugged at my dress. “No,” I whispered, pushing him away for a second.
He arched an eyebrow. “No?”
I shook my head and guided him to my couch. “No, I mean, I really want to show you … the sex dream I had when we were in Denver … it was so real, and I want it to be real now.”
“Tell me what to do.” His eyes darkened. “Tell me what you want.”
“Sit down, take your pants off, and wait on the sofa.”
“Yes ma’am.”
His belt hit the floor as I ran to my bedroom. I shed my clothes, replacing them with cotton sleep shorts and a cropped T-shirt top. When I ran out of the room, he was there waiting for me. With the hot heaviness between my thighs, there was no time to light the candles that had created the soft glow in my dream, so I pulled the shades and turned on the soft light of an end table lamp. I took in the sight of him, and my heart thundered against my chest as I straddled him, a desperate need building within me.
“The first part of the dream was me kissing you like this,” I whispered, crushing my lips onto his with a ferocity that surprised us both. His tongue met mine in a wild dance, and I felt hot arousal pooling between my legs. With each kiss, I melted further into him, my hands roaming over his body as if to claim him as mine. The ache in my core pulsed with desire as his erection pressed against me.
“This must have been an intense dream,” he gasped, trailing his lips down my jaw and neck. My primal instincts took over and I pulled off my crop top without hesitation, fully exposing myself to him. I sat atop him, panting and half naked, but all I could think about was feeling his hands on me, his mouth exploring every inch of my body until there was nothing left untouched.
“Fuck,” he moaned, cradling my breasts in his hands. “You’re perfect. You’re so beautiful.”
His hands, warm and calloused, slid down my back before coming to rest on my hips. With a gentle pull, he brought me closer to him, his touch igniting every nerve ending in my body. I moaned as he captured one of my nipples in his mouth, the flick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through my body. My mind went blank as he took control, guiding me onto my back with a tenderness that only made me want him more. He pressed his hips into mine as his lips moved hungrily against mine.
“I’ve had a thousand dreams like this,” he panted.
He tasted like sugar and mint. My hands grazed his back as his muscles fired. A heaviness pooled in my belly as he rocked back and forth on top of me. His hand found his way to my sleep shorts, and he pushed them down, but paused. “Do you want me to stop?”
This was it. The moment of truth. It was the moment when I had hesitated with everyone else. I had always stopped before, but with one hand tangled in Cam’s wild hair and the other running down his side, I couldn’t imagine turning back. I wanted him, all of him, and I wanted to give him all of me. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
His lips met mine again, and with his help, I slowly wiggled out of my sleep shorts and underwear.
“Damn. Everything about you is amazing. I’m powerless around you.”
My body trembled as he trailed hot kisses along the inside of my thighs. With each touch, each caress, I was on fire and there was no way to extinguish it. As he moved up my body, his lips mapped out every inch of me with an intensity that left me gasping for air. His tongue danced over my hardened nipples, sending electrifying jolts through my body, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge of losing control.
I pushed back on him, sitting him back up, my hands winding their way into his boxer briefs as my mouth sank into his neck. He leaned his head back and growled as I pushed his briefs down. “I want all of you,” I breathed.
He slipped out of his briefs and the moan that left my body was almost inhuman. “Please tell me you have a condom?”
“Don’t freak out, but there’s a couple in my pants pocket,” he said between our white-hot kisses. “I … I was expecting anything, but I?—”
I brought my finger to his full lips. “I know. You like to stay on top of things.”
He smiled, and in what seemed like seconds, he got up, grabbed a condom, tore open the foil package with his teeth, and slipped it on.
He was so hot, hard, and perfect. He climbed back on top of me, and I arched into him again, wrapping my quivering legs around him and pulling him into the warm wetness that ached for him.
“Are you sure you want this?” he panted. He kissed along my jawline and then hovered over me, teasing me, and tempting me to let go of everything.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I whispered.
“And I want you in every way. I want to be everything you need.”
“You already are.”
He slowly pushed into me, and I was a goner. Our heat threatened to melt us down to our cores. Each thrust brought me deeper and closer to a release that I was sure I would not recover from. I clung to him as we found our rhythm.
“Rachel,” he rasped, with an urgency that I had never heard from him before. I loved the sound of my name falling from his mouth, and I sucked on his lower lip. “You feel so good.”
“You’re so amazing. How did we last this long without doing this?”
“We’re fucking idiots. That ends tonight. No more rules, no more barriers … just you and me.”
He groaned again as our bodies became dewy with sweat and nothing more entered my mind except the pleasure unfolding in my body. My release slammed into me like a tsunami wave, dragging gasps from me as fireworks rocked my body. Cam followed, his body tensing as he let out a final groan until his body went limp on mine.
“There are no words to describe what that was,” he said, kissing me softly again. “Heaven maybe fits, but still doesn’t really come close.”
The low light cradled his features so that he looked like some sort of mythical god. He kissed me again before rolling away from me so he could clean himself up. Tingling waves swept through me, and I shivered as I pulled a blanket around me. I felt like a princess whose prince kissed her, breaking the spell that bound her.
The way Cam touched and handled me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. For once, a man was turned on by trying to please me instead of just himself. My body and mind hadn’t even begun to protest because making love to Cam felt like the most natural thing in the world. I had gone all the way, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced.
So incredible, so everything I needed, so much that I started to cry.
Cam returned with his briefs back on. “Oh no. Rachel? What’s wrong?” He lay down next to me and I rolled into him, sobbing into his neck. “Did I hurt you? What happened?”
I shook my head and peered into his wide eyes. “No, not at all. You broke the spell.”
He cradled my face in his hands. “Because you went all the way?”
“Mmmhmm. It felt so good.”
“So good and I’m overwhelmed that you went all the way with me.”
I ran my fingers down the side of his face. “I feel really safe with you.”
“You are. You’re safe now.”
I gave him a tiny smile and exhaled. “Let’s do it again.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he carried me to my bed. Neither of us wanted to be separated for the seconds it would have taken to walk there on our own. We made love longer, softer, and so slow that I almost lost my soul in it. He held me for the longest time after, and when our eyes started drifting closed, we decided to get ourselves ready for bed.
We brushed our teeth side by side in my bathroom, and I located an extra contact case for him.
“You’ll have to guide me through the house. I’m blind as soon as I take these out,” Cam said, sticking his finger in his eye.
“Nah, I think I’ll let you bump into things and maybe even laugh at you.”
“I love how tender you are with me.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
And then I turned off the bathroom light and led him back to my bed. We slipped under the rumpled covers and resumed our embrace, drawn together like two halves of a magnet. There was no awkwardness, no strange feelings; it felt as if Cam had always been there. Belonged there. I sank into his arms, and it was the safest I’d ever felt in my life.