23. Talia
twenty-three
Talia
Cam treads water in the middle of his pool, holding me up. My legs are wrapped around his waist as we talk. Naked talk.
After spreading me out on his table like I was his never-ending dessert and making me come three times, Cam stripped us both naked, picked me up, and jumped into the warm pool.
I have never been more relaxed than I am right now. Sure, all the orgasms helped, but it’s more than that. It’s Cam. I still can’t believe he said he loves me. I’d pinch myself if I could, to make sure this wasn’t a dream.
“Tell me more about work.” Cam pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. “It sounds like you’re loving it.”
“I am. Doctor Winters is amazing. The patients I’ve been working with are so sweet. Emma is my favorite. I think she’s finally on the upswing. She’s been responding better to her meds and to her daily exercise.” Cam listens as I go on and on about my patient and my hope for her heart transplant.
“I like listening to you talk about work. You’re so passionate about your patients. You make a difference,” he says. “Tell me more.”
This. This is why I’ve fallen for this man. Cam really listens to me. He appreciates my dedication to nursing and supports me. He doesn’t offer fake platitudes or resolutions. He just listens.
And I fall deeper .
I meet his adoring hazel eyes, and I can’t help but kiss him, hard. Our mouths move in wet unison, tongues gliding together. I could kiss him all night. When we break apart, panting, Cam is pressed against the wall, holding onto the ledge.
Cam groans, resting his forehead on mine. “I really hope that’s not what’s going on at work. Coach would be pissed at me for killing doctor McNo-balls for touching my girlfriend.”
My chest tightens. “Girlfriend?” I croak.
“For fuck’s sake, Talia. I told you I think I love you. Of course you’re my girlfriend.”
“Seriously, think ?” I roll my eyes at him. I know when he said “think” it was his way of saying how he felt with a safety net.
He didn’t need it. I’m there with him. I love him too.
He smirks at me, eyes full of mischief. “Think,” he says, baiting me.
I love it when Cam’s playful like this—the perfect balance between sweet and sexy, humorous and still serious. He has this way of coaxing me from my shell and getting me to match his mood.
Unlocking my legs from his hips, I swim back. “I think … I’m getting out.” I launch myself back, swimming toward the steps.
“Don’t you dare,” he growls, swimming after me.
Cam dives underwater, disappearing from my view. I push faster, trying to make it out before he reaches me. I yelp as two arms lock around my waist and hoist me out of the water.
“Holy shit. You’re fast,” I pant.
Cam chuckles, not the slightest out of breath. “If I’m not running, I’m swimming at five every morning. Rain or shine.”
I admire how dedicated he is to staying in shape. He trains hard to be in the best physical health he can for his career—something I wish my brother would do more of, especially with his knees.
Cam carries me out of the pool like I weigh nothing. Water sloshes, dripping down our bodies, as he pads across the patio and places me on the queen-size sunbed under the second-story deck.
I watch the thick muscular globes of his ass as he walks over to the cabinet by the floor-to-ceiling glass door that leads inside the house. His muscles ripple and bulge with every languid movement. He’s got the grace of a lion and the power of the bear.
Cam pulls out two fluffy black towels. He wraps one around his waist before walking back to me. I can’t help but stare at his godlike body. His lusty eyes meet mine as I lounge in the middle of the bed, naked, wet, and waiting for him.
My nipples harden, and my skin pebbles in anticipation of his touch.
He sits on the edge of the bed. “Up.”
I heed his directive. Opening the warm towel, Cam gently and seductively pats my skin dry as he peppers kisses over my neck and shoulders. Eyes closed, I relish the way Cam cares for me. He repeats the process until I’m dry, then throws the towel behind me on the bed.
“You’re so damn beautiful, itty bitty.”
Warmth fills my chest.
The front of Cam’s towels stands at attention like a waiting camping tent. I reach under the towel, gripping his thick shaft in my hand, and stroke him up and down.
Cam hisses. “Fuck, Talia.”
His cock grows harder in my palms. I have a powerful urge to climb onto his lap, take his cock between my legs, and slide down. Thinking about him stretching me open has my strokes moving faster. My grip tightens around him as I imagine my pussy molding around his cock.
“Baby, you have to stop.”
I don’t.
Cam grunts as he pulls me in for a kiss. I slow my movements, letting him devour my mouth before it moves to my neck, sucking on the tender flesh, just shy of leaving a mark. I want him to mark me .
What I really want is for Cam to fuck me. I wish he would lift me up, carry me to his room, and have his way with me until I pass out.
“Cam, when are you going to steal home?” I blurt, using our baseball metaphor.
He freezes, lips on my neck. The silence between us speaks volumes. It’s like a bucket of ice water to the torso.
Does he not want to have sex with me? The thought pops into my head unbidden. Mortification like no other has my face flaming. I drop my chin and turn away from Cam.
Oh, god. Please don’t look at me.
“Fuck.”
The bed shifts, but I don’t dare to look at him as I pull my knees up and hug them to my chest, attempting to hide my nakedness. My vulnerability.
Strong arms slide under my knees and cradle my back as Cam carries me inside and straight to his bedroom.
I avoid his eyes as he stands in front of me and removes his towel. His cock springs free and points straight at me. The mushroom tip is thick and angry red.
“Do you see this?” Cam points to his erection.
I look from his dick to his face.
“This is what you do to me, Talia. So whatever you’re thinking, get it the fuck out of your head.”
“I-I don’t know what I’m thinking.” My mouth turns dry, and my heart races.
“Don’t fucking lie. Your head totally jumped to conclusions. You think I don’t want to fuck you, but you’re wrong. I do. I want you so badly. I have to fuck my fist morning and night to soothe the beast inside me that’s begging to rut into you like an animal.”
My thighs clench. “I want that too.”
“I know, baby. We will get there.” He falls to his knees between my legs. “But for right now, I’m enjoying what we have. You’re not some random girl I take to a hotel for the night. ”
I can’t stop the sneer I throw at him. The idea of Cam with some woman makes my skin crawl. I know he’s been with his share of ladies, but it’s not something I want to think about.
Cam smirks, angling my chin up, and kisses me. “Those women were nothing to me. You? You’re everything. You’re my girl. And my girl deserves to be worshiped. To be loved. I never felt about any of them the way I do you. I love you, Talia.”
Cameron Miller is full of surprises.
Tears cloud my vision as I impossibly fall deeper in love with this sweet man.
“So, sex is off the table?” I joke.
Cam barks a laugh. “And I thought I had a one-track mind.”
I push his chest. “Shut up.”
He tackles me back onto the bed and kisses me. “For now. We have a lot to work out.” He doesn’t need to mention the black cloud that is my brother prepared to rain on us at any minute. “Besides, I like stealing first.”
Cam gropes my boobs with his enormous palms. All my thoughts melt away, and I’m putty in his hands. Cam lifts my breasts to his mouth and sucks my nipples until I’m a trembling mess.
“I also like stealing second.” Cam’s right hand travels down my side and over my hip. He cups my pussy, his middle finger teasing my entrance.
My nerves take a backseat to Cam’s attention on my body. He pushes his finger inside me, stretching me open. He gives me a few languid pumps before pulling out and bringing his finger to his mouth. I watch as he licks it clean with a moan.
“I especially love stealing third. Your pussy tastes like my heaven. I could eat you all day.”
Cam attempts to slide down my body, but I grip his wavy locks between my fingers and stop him. “Nuh-uh. You can’t have all the fun. It’s my turn. ”
Cam flips over onto his back, allowing me to straddle his stomach. I brace myself on his chest, the dark ink of his Kodiak tattoo peeking through my fingers.
I trace the outline of the fierce animal. “Is this the only tattoo you have?”
He flexes his pecs. “Yes.”
“Would you get more?”
“Depends.”
“Why’d you get this one?”
Cam runs his hands up the outsides of my thighs. “Do you really want to talk about my tattoo, or do you want me to eat your pussy?”
“So vulgar.”
Cam cups my boobs, running his thumbs over my hardened peaks. “You love it.”
I arch into his palms. “Maybe.”
“Definitely.” He sits up and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking, drawing me into his sexy spiderweb like I’m a helpless fly.
“Will you stop it and just tell me?”
Cam nips the tip with his teeth, making me squirm. “Will you turn around and sit on my face first?”
“Turn around?”
“You were just complaining that you didn’t get to have any fun. If you turn around, then we both get to play.”
“Oh. I’ve never done that before.” My pussy flutters, and my mouth waters.
Cam smirks—a wicked, lusty grin. He circles his finger in the air.
I do as he bids. Turning around, I place a knee on each side of his head. His hard-as-stone monster cock stands at attention before me.
Hmm. Maybe waiting isn’t such a bad idea after all. I forgot how huge Cam’s dick is. Will that thing fit inside me without ripping me apart ?
I don’t get to get to follow that train of thought because Cam gives my ass a hard slap. My cheek stings and my pussy pulses, the dichotomy a complicated mix of pain and pleasure. I bite my lip and suppress my moan.
Looking over my shoulder, I find Cam pumping his brows at me, that playful twinkle in his eye. I stifle my laugh. I didn’t know sex could be fun.
If he wants to play that game, then game on.
Without warning, I take Cam’s cock to the back of my throat and swallow. It doesn’t take him long to join the game and have fun with me.