Chapter 5
Cam
My feet froze to the floor.
I couldn’t have heard her correctly.
“Maxie, I went too far,” I said hoarsely. Because hell if I could say no if she pushed me.
“Do you really want me?” Her voice was hesitant.
I fisted my hands at my sides, but still didn’t turn around. “God, yes.”
“For how long?”
“Christ, Maxie. Don’t ask me questions like that.”
“How long?”
“Let’s just say you in a cheerleader outfit was my awakening.”
Her sudden laugh had me turning around. She stood at the mouth of the hallway, the soft kitchen lighting shimmering around her. Fuzzy socks and a fuzzy sweater with tight pants over legs for days—she was a whole new fantasy unlocked.
“You’re younger than me,” she said softly.
“Three years doesn’t matter anymore.”
“What if we ruin everything by doing this?” She twisted her fingers together.
“What if we don’t?”
She bit her lower lip and my dick throbbed in reaction.
“I can still go. We can forget this whole thing happened.”
“Not something you can stick back in the box, Cam.”
“I have for years.”
“I didn’t know. You were just Angus’s little brother.”
I lifted my chin and shoved my hands in my pockets to relieve some of the pressure. “I’m all grown up, honey.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Make me.”
I wanted to run down the hall and pick her up and put her on that damn counter. To show her just how grown up I was. But it needed to be her choice.
She took one step, then another, and my heart slammed in my chest. In the shadows of the hallway her eyes glowed with intent. My dick got harder if that was at all possible. She stopped millimeters away from me and went onto her toes. Her breath washed over my lips. “My friends call me Max.”
“Honey, I don’t want to be your friend.”
She swallowed audibly then her long fingers slid over my shoulder and into my hair. “I have plenty of friends,” she whispered against my mouth.
I grabbed onto her, dragging her fully against me and met her mouth with mine. Every fantasy I’d ever had included a sweet kiss—to start anyway—but the reality of her was beyond that. Her wide, full lips were deadly to my sanity.
The kiss was wild and hot, impatient and untamed. My fingers dug into the curve of her ass, dragging her closer to let her feel how much I wanted her. Then she shocked me and hopped up into my arms, wrapping those endless legs around me.
I staggered once, then strode down the hall to the kitchen.
“You want to know how that countertop feels?”
“Yes,” she said against my mouth, then her lips brushed over my cheek to my ear. “And yes, my nipples are sensitive.”
“You’re going to kill me in the best way possible.”
I set her on the counter, groaning when her legs kept me tight against her.
I raced down her neck to her smooth, silky shoulder.
Her vanilla scent wrapped around me like her legs.
I nipped at the little birthmark there. A tiny wine stain—barely noticeable—then followed the path back along her skin between shoulder and neck.
“Any more birthmarks to find?”
“What?”
I smiled against her lips and made a lazy circle over the birthmark with my fingertip. “Like this.”
“Oh.” She slicked her swollen lips. “Yes.”
“Where?” I slipped my fingers under her sweater. “Under here?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Do I get to find it?”
Her lips trembled into a smile. “God, yes.”
I pushed up the deep purple material to show her midriff. An orange and black butterfly showed on her ribs. I swiped my thumb across the surprisingly delicate line work. “More of these too?”
She shook her head. “My friend is a tattoo artist and was testing bright colors for dark skin. I was her guinea pig, but it needed to be hidden for work.”
“Hidden just for me,” I said roughly.
Her eyebrow arched. “You think you’re the first to see it?”
I’ll be the last.
I didn’t say it. I knew it in my soul, but I didn’t want to scare her away. Because this would not be the last time I touched her, that was for damn sure.
I lowered my mouth to drag my lips over it. “Fun detour on my quest.” I pushed the sweater higher, and the curve of her breast made me groan. “No bra.”
“I was alone.” She hissed out a breath when my nose brushed the heavy curve of her breast.
I scraped my teeth along the side, pushing up her shirt as I went. “Ahh, there’s another one.” I licked the little birthmark a few inches over from her underarm.
She hissed out a breath as she sifted her fingers through my hair, holding me there.
I sucked hard right beside it. “Now you have one from me.”
Her nails dug in my scalp.
I pushed at the sweater until her nipple was finally revealed. Dark and tight, I covered it with my mouth and palmed the other one until she arched her back. She leaned back— hands braced on the counter and watched me.
I met her gaze, drawing strongly on one nipple then the other.
She pressed her lips together, a soft moan purring from her throat.
I slipped my hands into the back of her stretchy pants, sinking into her ass. “Let me know if you want to stop.”
The heel of her foot dug into my ass. “The minute I asked you to stay, I knew what I wanted.”
My mouth dried. “Is that right?”
She slipped her fingers down my hair to my cheek then touched my lips. I sucked the tip into my mouth and bit down. Her eyes went hot, and her lips parted.
I drew her finger out of my mouth and drew the wetness over the tight tip of her nipple. She drew a shaky breath and cupped her breast then pinched her nipple. I groaned, matching her touch with her other breast until she was rolling her hips against me restlessly.
I notched my aching shaft against her center then dug my fingers of my other hand into her leggings. No panties either. She was going to put me into a grave.
I tucked her tighter against me, rubbing against her.
She whimpered, lost to my touch. Her chin tipped back as she lifted her hips up to get closer. I ground her against me. I wanted to taste her, to feel how wet she was for me, but I didn’t want to break the spell.
“Are you close, honey?”
The friction against my jeans made me growl against her skin. I dragged my teeth up to her neck, sipping from all that soft skin as my hand dropped down to her waist in the front. She was on the edge, all instinct instead of really here with me.
I slid her forward a little, one hand gripping her ass as she tensed the muscles there with each roll of her hips.
When my name slipped past her lips in a breathy moan, I dipped my other hand into the front of her pants and found her soaked and swollen.
I found her slick clit and dragged my thumb over it until her leg shook.
I moved my mouth to her ear. “Come on my hand first. Then my tongue.”
Her nails dug into my arm as she cried out, then hissed when I drove two fingers into her, riding the crest of it. I thrust inside of her again and again until her soft cries were a groan.
I pushed her back down on the counter, my hand to her stomach until she was spread out on the surface. I stripped off her pants then hooked her knee over my shoulder and finally got my mouth where I wanted it most.
She raised one hand over her head, and I heard the clatter of dishes as she pushed things out of her way.
Her taste rained down on my tongue and my beard as I demanded more and more from her. Her back arched as she cupped her breasts lost again.
She was stunning in the grasp of her own pleasure.
Her dark skin dotted with sweat as she rose to meet me with every lash of my tongue. That fascinating little butterfly practically glowing from her ribs.
I reached down to unzip my jeans for some relief but kept up the strokes of my tongue and fingers until she shook in my arms.
My name an oath and a scream.
Suddenly she sat up and gripped my shoulders, pushing at me until I stood. She dragged my mouth to hers and reached for my jeans. “Inside me. I need this inside me.” She said harshly against my mouth. “Inside me.”
“It’s okay—” I groaned as she found me, her long fingers circling my shaft. “I wasn’t prepared to do this.” I said against her cheek as she fisted me and made my damn eyes cross.
“Purse.” She said on an oath. “On the chair.”
I stepped back, my dick waving like a damn flag.
Her big green eyes dropped to it and drifted her fingers over the flared head. “Hurry up.”
I spotted it on one of the stools and handed it to her.
She dug into a pocket and waved the foil packet. “Baby shower.”
My eyebrows shot up.
“Surprise baby,” she said on a laugh. “Reminding us to always have one.”
“Bless your friend.” I snatched the packet and with shaking fingers I rolled it down over my shaft.
Her lips twitched. “Purple looks good on you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Purple looks better on you.” I shoved at her sweater. “Better on the floor though.”
She unbuttoned my flannel shirt and hauled it off my shoulders until I had only a white tank on. “Off.”
We fumbled with my clothes until we were both naked save for her fuzzy socks and my jeans around my ankles.
She drew me close. “You are distressingly good at this.”
“All so I could do this to you.” I thrummed my fingers over her clit in the way I already knew she liked.
She hissed and opened her legs. “Go slow.”
And I did.
Achingly slow because I wanted to remember the first time she clasped around me. I wanted to watch it the whole time, but instead I watched her face. Our eyes locked as I stretched her over me.
She gripped my shoulders, her nails biting down. “Fuck.”
“Next time. This time, slow.”
I rolled my hips until I was fully seated and stayed there until she was used to me. I gripped her hips as I slowly drew back and then sunk into her again.
Her face softened as the easy pace bloomed between us in direct opposition for the wild of the first orgasm.
I wanted to drown in those green eyes.
This first time and every time.
Her breath caught and I could feel the line of sweat down my spine as I kept up the excruciatingly slow pace.
As she rippled around me, I held onto the last bits of sanity left inside of me.
Her arms wrapped around me, and she fused her mouth to mine, a moan traveling inside of me and trapping itself into my chest.
I was so fucking screwed.
I banded one arm around her back and the other lower to hold us tight as I pulsed inside of her.
Finally, my iron control splintered, and I emptied myself into her. Into the latex boundary between us that I suddenly wished gone for the first time in my whole life.