Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MADDY
“Drink, baby,” Cam says, coming up behind me where I’m studying the pictures of him and his kids on the carved wood mantle above his fireplace, pressing his lips to my shoulder and reaching around to hand me a glass. I look at it and giggle, spinning to face him.
“You have orange soda?”
He shrugs, smiling at me, and god, he looks good.
His black button-down shirt is open at the collar, sleeves rolled up over the forearms I’m obsessed with.
His hair is a mess of brown waves, and his eyes are crinkled at the corners, like he’s so happy to finally have me alone in his space that his smile can’t be contained.
“You said that’s how you hydrate, and after all that dancing, you really, really need to hydrate. ”
I take a sip of the soda and give him a sly grin. “I don’t remember much dancing.”
“Brat,” he mutters, his lip tipping up as he takes the soda from my hand and puts it on the coffee table.
Turning back to face me, he glides his fingers over my forehead, pushing my hair behind my ear before taking one of my hands in his and sliding an arm around my waist, bringing our joined hands up to rest on his chest. When he starts swaying gently, my heart leaps into my throat.
“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling his lips graze the top of my head.
“You’re right,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead, my temple, his arm tightening around me as his fingers stroke back and forth over my hip. “We didn’t get to do much dancing. So, let’s do it now. Dance with me, Maddy.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling a whiplash of emotions I can’t tease apart. “There’s no music.”
“Isn’t there?” he says quietly, turning us in a circle in the middle of his living room.
The slow, easy movement is such a stark contrast to the frenzied way he took me earlier on the dance floor, the frantic way he drove us back to his house, that I have no idea how to handle it.
I thought we would tear each other apart the second we walked inside, but instead, Cam pressed me against his front door and kissed me until my head spun, before going to the kitchen to get me a drink, like we have all the time in the world.
Cam’s flip between possession and care is fucking up my head a little, making me feel things it may be entirely too soon to feel.
But my heart and my head are a runaway train because for the first time ever, there are no impending deadlines, no kissing on borrowed time.
No hiding. It’s just me and him and the long night ahead.
There may still be questions about what happens tomorrow and how we’ll make this work in the real world.
If we even can. But there are no questions about tonight.
Tonight, I’m sure.
My body vibrates with need at the same time as I relax into him, another contrast making my head spin.
I am so gone for him.
Dipping his head, Cam kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and over my shoulder. Mapping my skin with lips and tongue and teeth, as if he’s branding himself there. Ensuring that every inch of me belongs to him.
I’m entirely sure it already does.
“So sweet,” he says, lips gliding along my collarbone as his thumb strokes the back of my hand. “So perfect.” His voice is so quiet I can barely hear him, but when he lifts his head, the swirling emotion in his eyes makes my heart pound. “Tonight, I want to make you mine. Can I? Please?”
“You don’t have to ask,” I manage, not sure I’m going to survive this night. The way he begs me to be his.
“I’m asking,” he says simply, bringing his hand up to cup my face, thumb stroking my cheek and his eyes boring into mine.
My defenses are lowered, my filter gone, and all I can give him is the truth. “I’m already yours.”
I feel the weight of those words as I say them, and I know he does too because his eyes go onyx, the sound rumbling from his chest joy and relief and pure need all at once.
Gripping my hips and leaning in, Cam covers my mouth with his, teasing my lips open with his own.
Fireworks burst behind my eyes at every swipe of his tongue against mine, and I wrap both my arms around his neck to anchor myself to him.
This isn’t just a kiss.
This is possession. It’s determination. It’s This is happening right now and Thank fucking god.
I know Cam feels it too because his hands move up my back, finding the zipper at the top of my dress and sliding it down slowly, the sound of the teeth releasing reverberating through the room.
His fingers glide over every inch of skin he bares, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
When he’s finished, I let the dress fall to the floor and step back, standing in front of him in nothing but a black, strapless bra and silver heels.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Cam mumbles, his heated gaze raking over me, his fist coming up to cover his mouth. I feel my skin flush at the concentrated way he looks at me, and I’ve never felt so desired in my entire life. “I don’t know where to touch you first.”
“Anywhere,” I say, skating my hands up my torso and flicking my nipples through the satin of my bra. “Everywhere. Just touch me, Cameron.”
Cam’s eyes go feral, and he yanks his shirt out of his pants.
Not bothering with the buttons, he reaches behind him and tears the entire thing over his head, along with his undershirt, flinging both to the floor.
I don’t get a chance to take him in before he’s in front of me in a single stride, grasping my thighs and lifting me into his arms, wrapping my legs around him as my shoes fall off and clatter to the floor.
“Bedroom. Now,” he mutters, sealing his mouth over mine, one hand gripping my ass and the other coming up to tangle in my hair, holding me right where he wants me as he makes his way towards the stairs.
He stumbles his way up blindly, his lips never leaving mine.
It feels like we walk forever, pressed up against each other, my pussy settled right over his cock, hands roving and tongues tangling like we might never get another chance.
I don’t notice we’re in Cam’s bedroom until he drops me on his mattress.
I land with a bounce and expect him to crawl over me, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he leans over and picks up something from the nightstand.
I don’t have a chance to see what it is before he’s striking a match, the tiny flame illuminating the room as he lights a circle of candles and then stands next to the bed.
His big, hard body looms above me, bathed in the flickering candlelight, and holy mother of god.
I think maybe over the last two months I’ve blocked how good he looks naked out of pure self-preservation, but now that he stands before me, it’s hard to understand how that’s possible.
He’s all stacked abs and cut muscle, black-inked triskelion tattoo riding over his ribs and perfect V-cut I want to run my tongue over disappearing into his pants.
Is it possible to come just from looking at someone?
As Cam takes me in like I’m the only woman in the entire world, I feel like I might be about to find out.
He says nothing, the silence between us heavy and charged, his blue eyes dark and intense as his gaze travels the length of my body, over my face and my satin-covered breasts and down my stomach.
When he reaches the spot where my legs are pressed together, he licks his lips slowly, and it’s so unbearably sexy that it feels natural to reach back and unhook my bra, tossing it to the floor before planting my hands behind me, drawing my knees up until my feet are flat on the bed and then letting my legs drop open, bearing myself to him.
He whimpers. Just like the night in his hotel room, Cam whimpers as he flicks open the button on his jeans. He draws the zipper down and palms his cock through his boxers, his gaze fixed on my pussy.
“Look at you,” he grits out, shoving his pants down and stepping out of them.
“You’re so wet, Maddy. Pink and glistening and dripping right onto my bed.
” He pushes down his boxers and his cock springs up, thick and hard with precum already beading at the tip.
He gives himself a long, slow stroke, and I bite my lip, holding in my own whimper because he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
“You’re gorgeous,” Cam says, walking to the bed and dropping to his knees.
“Perfect.” He runs his knuckles over me, and my breath gusts out when he strokes over my clit.
“A goddamn goddess.” He leans in and sucks a spot on my thigh, leaving a red mark he soothes with his tongue.
“I am the luckiest fucking guy in the world to have you in my bed.” Cam pushes a finger inside me, causing a moan to fall from my throat and my stomach muscles to tighten at the delicious invasion.
“Fuck yes,” he whispers, tracing my inner thigh with his tongue.
“Let me hear you. Every sound, Wildcat.”
Cam curls his finger up and I groan, my back arching as he pushes deeper, adding a second finger. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He fucks me with his fingers, switching his mouth to my other leg, licking a path up my thigh, tracing the crease where my leg meets my body.
He’s so close to where I need him but not close enough, and I’m so turned on I could scream.
I spread my legs wider, gripping his hair and yanking his head up.
“You rushing me, Wildcat?” he asks with a smirk.
“I wouldn’t think you would need to be rushed. You seem awfully desperate for me.”
The glint in his eyes has my stomach muscles contracting.
“Oh, I’m desperate alright.” He leans in and gives me a long, slow lick, pressing his tongue against my clit.
His free hand grips my thigh to hold me open, and a satisfied rumble falls from his throat when I gasp.
“I’ve thought about having my mouth on you again.
” Another long lick. “Dreamed about it.”
His tongue circles around my clit, pleasure curling low in my belly.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve fucked my fist over the last two months thinking about your taste.
The way you smell. How tight you feel around my fingers and the sounds you make when you’re coming apart for me.
But nothing—fucking nothing—comes close to having you here for real, spread out for me, ready to take what I give you.
And Maddy, I’m going to give you everything. ”
Cam adds a third finger and wraps his lips around my clit, sucking gently. I let out a strangled moan, tightly fisting the comforter. His fingers drag slowly in and out of me as his tongue explores. Circling. Pulsing. Pressing. Building my pleasure slowly, making me practically desperate with need.
“So pretty,” he mumbles against me. “Missed this. Mine.” The word mine seems to activate him.
The second it comes out of his mouth, Cam transforms. He pulls his fingers out of me, tossing my legs over his shoulders and sliding both hands under me, yanking me towards the end of the bed until my ass is practically hanging off the mattress.
“Oh holy fuck,” I mutter as Cam wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard.
My hips practically levitate, and he lays a heavy arm across my pelvis to keep me in place.
Sliding two fingers back inside my pussy, he devours me with long licks and deep, wet drags of his fingers.
He remembers exactly what I like, what I need, stroking me inside and out, worshipping my body until I actually am desperate, legs locked around his head and chest heaving as he hurls me to the edge of oblivion.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “You taste so good when you’re about to come for me.
” Cam’s fingers push deeper to find the perfect spot.
When he hits it, flicking my clit at the same time, I go off like a fucking rocket, crying out as pleasure arrows through me.
But Cam doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, licking me straight into a second orgasm before the first one even ebbs.
I lose my grip on sanity completely, my vision whiting out, my hands yanking at the comforter.
At Cam’s hair. Anything to ground me in this swirling vortex of pleasure.
He sticks with me until my body collapses back against the mattress. Until I’m all panting breaths and sweat-dampened hair and sparking nerve endings, positive that no one has ever felt that kind of pleasure ever before in the history of the world.
Lifting my legs off his shoulders, Cam stands, looking like some sort of debauched angel with his hair a mess from my fingers and his lips wet with my release, devilish smirk on his face.
Slowly, he crawls up onto the mattress, moving me up until my head is on the pillows and his body is covering mine, his forearms bracketing my head.
“Perfect,” he says, leaning down to kiss me, pushing his tongue into my mouth so I can taste myself. “So fucking perfect for me.”
“Talk about perfect,” I mutter against his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him down on top of me, both of us groaning as his cock slides through my soaked slit. “I forgot how good you were at that.”
“Did you?” he asks, voice amused, leaning down to kiss me again. “I better do it a million more times, so you never forget again.”
“You definitely better.” I cup his face in my hands, pressing back so I can look at him. “But before that, I’m going to need you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Only you,” I say, hoping he gets the message.