Chapter 7
Lacey
“Cameron, I don’t know how to do this,” I say softly. “Living in fear is not what I signed up for when I decided to set down roots here.” And having a big, strong, sexy man in my home, one I want with every fiber of my being, wasn’t something I ever thought would happen.
“You don’t have to,” he says.
I search his hot, gleaming gaze. “Because you’re here. With me.” And for once, I’m not alone. Not right now.
The weight of everything I’ve been carrying spills into the space between us—heavy, raw, visceral. I step closer and put my hand on his chest, the heat in his body searing my fingertips.
“Lacey,” he says roughly.
It’s both a warning and a question. And for once, I choose to ignore the warning and answer him the only way I know how.
I rise on my toes. “Yes,” I say, then brush my lips against his, tasting him for the first time, hoping it’s not the last.
He pulls me closer, wrapping his powerful arms around me, deepening the connection. Everything we’ve been holding back crashes together in a surge of need and heat. Every thought I’ve had about keeping my distance evaporates, and the fire spirals through me, landing deep at my core.
I’m wet, hot. Needing more. He cruises his hands all over me, sliding them down my back and clasping my ass to tug me closer to his torso.
I feel his erection, the length, and girth of his cock pressing against me. My nipples tighten, send arrows of lust to my center. This is what I need. What I want. Reasons for denying myself this man, this protector.
This hero.
He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, still kissing me. His mouth is hard yet soft and tender at the same time. I feel cherished, adored. Wanted in ways I never imagined being wanted.
But then he suddenly breaks our connection, breathing hard. “Didn’t expect this to happen,” he says.
“Me neither, but it has. Do you… do you want to stop?”
“No, but I have to.” He gives me a rueful grin. “No condoms.”
“That’s not a problem if you’re clean,” I say softly. “I’m on the pill.”
Cameron looks at me again, his eyes gleaming hot with desire. My heart races at the intensity, the force in them. He gives me a sexy grin. “Then it’s a good thing I passed my last physical with flying colors,” he says, then his mouth finds mine again.
He doesn’t break our kiss as he carries me down the hall and into my bedroom, then lowers me to the ground one hot inch at a time. Without speaking, he tugs my shirt out of my waistband, and I raise my arms as he draws it off.
I arch my back as he trails his fingers across my skin, unhooks my bra, and eases it off my shoulders. The appreciative heat in his smoldering gaze thrills me, makes my nipples tighten. “Cameron,” I moan as he cruises his hands over my breasts, tweaking the sensitized buds.
Slowly, he moves me toward the bed until the backs of my legs hit it.
I land on top of the soft duvet, and he strips in front of me, exposing his hard, muscled body.
He’s magnificent with inked arms and shoulders, powerful thighs and oh my.
His cock is larger than I anticipated, jutting from his body.
I’m so wet, so hot and needy for him. “No fair. I’m still half dressed,” I say, kicking off my shoes, eager to get naked with him.
He laughs. “In a hurry, are you?” he asks, catching one.
“Aren’t you?”
“I am but I’m also taking my time,” he says, leaning over me and unbuttoning my pants, then dragging the zipper down slowly.
I hitch my hips high, and he pulls my pants and panties down together, then lowers himself over me and takes my mouth again, kissing me hard.
I rake my fingers down his muscular back, feeling the definition of each and every defined, powerful edge. They ripple beneath my touch, and when I reach his chiseled ass, tingles of anticipation zip into my nipples and clit.
Oh. How I want this man. “Cameron…” I moan under him, my breath short and ragged.
A small smile touches his lips as he takes in the raw need that radiates off me.
“I want you so much,” I whisper into his ear, then nibble gently on the lobe.
He groans and it thrills me, knowing that I have him as desperate and unhinged as I am. He lifts his head, his eyes searching mine, and I can see the same hunger I have mirroring in his gaze.
He slides his hand down my side, and then lower until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I widen my legs to give him easier access.
“You’re so wet,” he says against my lips when he slips his finger into the seam of my sex, then glides it over my throbbing clit.
“Yes.” I arch my back, moaning, grasping his butt. “God do that again.”
He does, intensifying the pressure, and deepening his kiss.
His hard cock nudges against my inner thigh as he fingers my pussy, thrusting in and out of me, then swirling my liquid heat over my clit.
I’m spiraling closer and closer to my release.
Clinging to him, I reach for the edge, moving my hips in tandem with his fingers.
Finally, finally, the pressure coils even tighter at my core and whips through me.
And I’m flying over. Before I land back into myself, I feel his cock head pushing between my folds and then he drives into me, all the way to the hilt.
Over and over, he thrusts into me. Faster, faster still. And I’m meeting him, joining him on this wild, crazy ride.
I lock my eyes onto his as he claims me in ways I never knew I wanted to be claimed. The feeling is raw and primal, like something deep within me has been set free, and I can’t get enough of it.
I can’t get enough of him.
His hands are on my hips, holding me steady as he slides into me. His breath is hot in my ear, his heart pounding against my chest.
“You feel so damn good,” he groans, driving deeper, his cock growing harder with every thrust.
I moan as a new wave of pleasure builds within me. “You feel pretty amazing too.”
He smiles, then crushes his mouth against mine again, kissing me, our tongues tangling in tandem with every drive, every thrust. Shivers course through my body and my nipples are tight buds.
I’m loving the way the soft hairs on his chest rake across them, increasing the urgency of reaching my next release.
He wraps one hand around my left thigh, pulling me harder against him. I cry out as another orgasm lashes through me, making stars burst behind my eyes.
“That’s it,” Cameron growls as my pussy clenches around him. “Take it all, Lacey. Take everything.”
And I do. I rise, my hips grinding against his and scream his name and then he tenses, thrusts deep into me one last time, his release jettisoning inside me.
I can’t breathe, can’t hold onto myself anymore. I can only hold onto him, savoring the way I feel. Because I’ve never felt this aware, this alive before.
And I’m not sure I want to lose this feeling even when I know he’s a temporary solution, and distraction, from all my problems.