CHAPTER TWENTY
Electricity crackled in the small space around them.
The thumping of Amelia’s heart drummed so loudly that she wasn’t sure she could carry on a simple conversation.
They were grown adults.
They’d flirted and kissed and agreed that more would come between them.
But they were not anywhere near the level of familiarity at which they could skip off to bed.
That was why people had dates: intimate table arrangements, quiet conversations, touching and teasing that would lead up to a kiss.
A kiss would lead to more.
And more was what she would definitely want if it didn’t feel so awkward.
But it did after running out on dinner, riding a bus, and getting a ride home from Camden’s coworker.
She laughed nervously.
Was there ever a situation that left him uncomfortable?
His unflappability was sexy and a reminder that this was part of his job.
Judging by the stories he and Colby Winters shared on the drive over, their assignments usually involved gunfire, helicopters, and saving the day.
Camden could probably do this assignment in his sleep.
His dark eyes tracked her.
“I’ll sleep on the floor,” he offered because they both knew he couldn’t pretend to sleep on the couch.
“You’re not sleeping on the floor, Cam.”
“I know.” His lips curled like those of a man who knew exactly how they would spend the evening.
“But I thought I’d offer.”
The room’s electricity crackled again and skipped over her skin, refusing to be ignored.
Something about the way he could look at her was as if that sexy smolder and dangerous curl of his lips were promises of things to come.
He closed the distance between them and rested the palms of his hands on her hips.
Her heartbeat galloped.
Amelia couldn’t hide the uneven rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes blinked too fast, nearly keeping time with her breaths.
His fingers squeezed her sides, and her body somersaulted.
The swell of her breasts tightened.
Amelia tipped her chin up and stared into his dark eyes.
The intensity was all-consuming.
His hands left her waist, ran up her neck, and threaded into her hair.
He tipped her head back and brought his mouth to hers with a hunger that made her soul leave her body.
The kiss was hot and hard and sinfully delicious.
She melted to him. Camden backed her until she hit the wall.
He trapped her, caged her, held her against him with the heavenly press of his sculpted body with hard cut muscles.
She couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to try.
Kissing him was the end all and be all of survival.
“Fuck,” he growled against her lips.
His mouth dipped to her neck.
Amelia moaned. Desire crashed through her veins like lava.
Camden pulled far enough away from her to rip her shirt overhead and let it fall.
His large hand cupped her breast, and he nuzzled the spot behind her earlobe.
Her legs trembled. She threaded her hand into his silky hair and held his lips exactly where she needed him to stay.
He nipped. She squirmed.
Camden massaged her breast, and she would have done anything to make her bra vanish.
As if he read her mind, he tugged the bra strap off her shoulder and bared her tight nipple.
He palmed the mound as she groaned, and then he smiled against her neck as though his life goal was nothing more than bringing her pleasure.
She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.
Camden pressed his lips to hers again as he stripped it away.
He cupped her tits, teasing until Amelia writhed.
She ached for more. Arousal pulsed between her legs.
Her body hummed, and she couldn’t be trusted to keep herself upright.
Camden moved his mouth to her breast, and the wet heat stole the last of her composure.
She breathed out a prayer that it would never end.
Camden unfastened the top button of her jeans.
“Okay?”
“ Yes .” Her head swam.
He lowered the zipper.
Bliss slowed the passage of time.
His palm ran over her side, her stomach, but all she could think about was where she so desperately needed his fingers to be.
“Please.”
He sucked her nipple and slid his hands between her legs.
Her arousal coated his fingers, and a stuttering breath caught in his throat.
“Sweet fucking woman, you are killing me.”
She had no power to speak.
Her head knocked back as his fingers worked over her folds, drawing her apart, and centering his attention on the swollen bundle of nerves she’d been hoping he would find soon.
Amelia shifted her stance.
Her hips swayed. “Cam, please.”
He stole his fingers away and yanked her jeans and underwear over her hips and off her legs.
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs so quickly that her mind couldn’t keep up.
The wicked hot heat of his tongue nearly shattered her to pieces.
She bucked against the wall.
His forearm pinned her in place.
His tongue circled her clit, driving her higher and higher toward a desperate pinnacle.
“Please,” she whispered.
Camden sucked on her clitoris.
Two strong fingers parted her flesh and slid into her needy entrance, which was slick with her arousal.
She arched, needing exactly what he was giving her.
Her lungs galloped. Her body soared.
He drove in and out, spiraling the tightening muscles into a building, blinding frenzy.
She bucked for more.
Her vision clouded. White noise screamed in her ears.
The unending onslaught of his tongue, his mouth, his fingers demanded that she fall apart.
“Camden, God.”
He growled against her pussy, and the orgasm tore her apart like an earthquake.
Addictive spasms shook her body, and he milked every reverberation, stretching the bliss until she had nothing left.
Amelia was a boneless woman incapable of holding herself upright.
Camden had never wanted to be inside a woman the way he needed to be buried in Amelia.
He ached, and hard as steel, he couldn’t think or breathe or function until his cock was seated deep in her sweet heat.
He swept Amelia into his arms and hurried toward the bedroom.
Every nerve ending screamed for more of her.
The condo was small, the bedroom tiny, but that large bed was perfect.
He laid her in the center and ripped his shirt off.
Amelia bounced up to her knees and ran her hands over his stomach and around his neck.
Their lips found each other like magnets.
Her tongue touched his and ignited the frenzy again.
“You still have pants on.” Her lips tickled against his.
The sensation shot straight to his cock.
“Not for long.”
She smiled and melted against him.
He had never touched a woman that ran so hot and could be so soft at the same time.
Hell, he’d never been with a woman who made his brain short-circuit.
Bringing her pleasure was like wanting to breathe.
Feeling her orgasm like winning the fuckin’ lottery.
Nothing else was like it.
Camden stripped and crawled over her again.
Her hands explored the muscles of his back and slid to his ass.
Her fingernails dragged into his flesh, then her fingers kneaded his muscles.
The frenzy slowed into something more intense, as if Amelia was memorizing the way he felt over her.
He’d never wanted to stay perfectly still and hurry into a woman like he had that moment.
Her eyes found his. The connection nailed him in the chest. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
But it was so much more than that.
Her eyelashes fluttered.
The corners of her lips curved.
Echoes of her orgasm rocketed through his mind.
He would make her come again and again and again because he didn’t know how else to feed this hungry beast inside him.
It demanded more than he knew how to give.
Camden kissed her neck.
He caressed her breast. The more he toyed, the louder and more alive she grew.
The more she gave, the higher his high climbed.
Amelia stroked his rock-hard erection.
“Fuck, babe.” His muscles quaked.
If he wasn’t inside her soon, his brain would short-circuit.
They needed protection.
That wasn’t something he planned for on assignments.
Camden prayed for a miracle and reached for the nightstand drawer.
Inside, he found a snub-nose pistol, eye mask and ear plugs, pepper spray, and box of condoms. Camden said a quick thanks to whoever stocked safe houses.
He tore open the box and quickly covered himself.
Amelia pulled him back to her.
He’d imagined fucking her since they first connected.
Her voice and strength had caught his attention, and then her take-on-the-world attitude and body had dissolved his resolve.
That was the order of ways she’d captured him, and he’d loved every moment leading up to her splaying under him in bed.
The blunt head of his erection pressed into the searing warmth of her canal.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he speared into her body.
She raised her hips.
Her chest heaved.
“Cam.”
Hunger demanded he move faster.
The way she arched and moaned at the intrusion required him to take his damn time.
Going slow was killing him.
But it was so fucking good that he wanted to scream.
She stretched around him and erased the rest of the world.
Camden flexed and thrust until he’d given her all of himself.
His shaky breaths stuttered, and he soaked in every delicious, pulse-pounding tremor of the need that fought for him to fuck.
“Good?”
“Very.”
His smile tugged.
He withdrew himself and thrust again.
Amelia gasped, “So very good.”
She squeezed herself around his cock.
That was all the go he needed to fly.
Camden flexed and thrust. He listened to her begging moans for more.
He buried his face against her neck and rode in and out.
Her gasping pleas were fuel, and every orgasm he pulled from her tight cunt was like lightning crashing through him.
His bliss built. Her legs and arms wrapped around him until he couldn’t keep himself from falling apart.
“Camden. Please.”
Her tight voice brought him to the edge.
He was so close to shattering.
He could hang on. He could give her one more and gave everything she could ever possibly need, faster and deeper until she bucked against him under another tsunami of pleasure.
His orgasm slammed against hers and pulsed with pleasure so powerful that he couldn’t take another breath without fear of dying.
Camden collapsed. He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple and rolled Amelia onto her side to face him.
Their legs tangled, and their breaths raced.
Her eyes stayed shut.
He couldn’t help but think, holy shit, he’d never come like that.
Eyes closed, he lay on the pillow next to hers.
His hammering breath finally started to slow.
His eyes opened and locked on Amelia.
Goddamn, she was beautiful.
Funny. Bossy. She had a mind of her own, that was for damn sure.
It would get her in trouble, but that was okay because he planned to be around to pull her out whenever it got to be too much.
Amelia tossed her arm over her face.
Her breathing was racing just like his.
She pulled her arm away and turned so her cheek rested on the pillow.
Her lips crooked, and with a smile he felt to his toes, she mouthed, “Wow.”
He laughed.
Wow was the best word for the moment, maybe the best word for this woman.