CHAPTER Ten #2
“A girl could really get used to a tongue like that,” she managed.
Her voice was soft and weak, and she wasn’t even sure she was talking out loud.
Camille knew it wouldn’t be long before her body gave in.
Her feelings for Ross had developed so quickly, but there was no doubt in her mind that they were real and powerful.
When Ross slipped two fingers inside her and increased his tongue’s pressure, Camille knew that there was nothing she needed more in her life than Ross Paine.
And with that revelation, Camille surrendered to the pulsing, aching pleasure building deep in her core, and Ross loved every minute of providing it.
Ross lay his head on her stomach, caressed her soft skin, and waited for her recovery.
Finally, she pulled on his arms, beckoning him, and Ross propped his head up to look down at her beautiful face.
After a few seconds, her eyes summoned him to kiss her deeply and passionately, and Camille could taste herself in his sultry kiss.
Ross then lay back and watched her descend to that space between his legs.
Camille stroked him with slow, firm pressure, and Ross closed his eyes.
When her mouth surrounded him, Ross let out a sexy growl that made Camille love her job even more.
Ross opened his eyes and watched her take him all into her mouth and then slowly suck her way up to the tip.
When she opened her eyes and stared directly at him, she gave him a wicked little smile right before she did it all over again.
“Oh, fuck!” Ross moaned. She barely got up to the tip again, and Ross grabbed her and pulled her to him. “Get on top,” he said. His voice was breathy and desperate. He watched as Camille lowered herself onto him, having to stop once for a breath.
“Damn,” she said.
“You okay?” he asked, sensing her distress.
“Yeah, but you’re a lot, Ross,” she said, smiling as she lowered the rest of the way. She arched her back and began a slow and steady grind.
“That feels amazing,” he said. His hands firmly gripped her hips and gently helped move her until she was used to his full pressure inside her.
“That’s it, baby,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck!” He watched her full, firm breasts move to the rhythm of her sways, and he closed his eyes, wondering if this was all a dream.
Camille was lost in her own dream, watching his mouth open and close as if he were trying to speak but couldn’t. The combination of witnessing his obvious pleasure along with his cock hitting every fucking wonderful place inside her had Camille so turned on.
Ross pulled her down to him and kissed her as he rocked her more intentionally now, up and down on his cock. When Camille felt his more rigid pulses, she knew Ross was about ready to come. She watched his face tense and release several times as he pushed deep inside her.
Once Ross opened his eyes, Camille saw the deadly combo—his fucking sexy, blue eyes and that white smile.
Camille must have had a look of desperation on her face because she was still ripe with passion.
Ross rolled her onto her back, and his mouth went directly to her breasts while his fingers began rubbing between her legs again.
Ross sucked her breasts, loving the way she arched into his tongue, pushing her needy, little nipples farther into his mouth.
Finally, when she arched and didn’t descend back onto the bed, Ross knew her orgasm was building.
He kept his lips and tongue in place and his fingers teasing her clit until she let out a fierce and carnal groan, pulling her knees together and bending them up to her stomach.
Camille’s release was wicked strong, and it took a second for her to untense, open her eyes, and relax her legs.
When she did, there was that smile again, and she loved it.
“Damn, I’ll say it again,” she began. “You’re a lot, Ross Paine.” She smiled and kissed him before his reply.
“And it’s all yours,” he said, then paused, realizing his words might not have translated so well.
“I mean, all of me, Camille,” he clarified.
“I’m crazy about you, and the thought of losing you today was the worst feeling I’ve ever known.
I know I just met you, but damn it, girl …
” His voice trailed off into a slight pause, and then he finished his thought. “I need you to say you’re mine.”
Camille was overwhelmed by his feelings. She couldn’t explain it either, but her attraction was more than just a feral longing. Ross was special. He was perfect, and she was falling in love.
“Yes, Ross, I am definitely yours,” she voiced. Her eyes told him as much as her words that she was having the same deep feelings he couldn’t control. He kissed her tenderly, and it was decided.
With their desire finally quenched and the mood already serious, Ross and Camille took some time to talk, specifically about the investigation. Now, their pillow talk was more business, but necessary.
“I want you more involved in this investigation if you think you can do that. Most specifically, I want you to set up an appointment with your lawyer. We’ll have to plan out the scene to make sure we achieve what we want, but I think that’s the best way to find out if he’s dirty.”
“I can do that. I have a good enough excuse for seeing him. He’s handling my divorce, but I haven’t heard a word from him in a couple of months.” And as Ross said these words, he began to see the truth in Camille’s theory that Nolan Mosser’s inattention was shady.
Content in each other’s arms on a lazy evening, neither one expected to hear a knock on the door. But when they did, Ross was instantly on guard. He never had visitors, and in Ross’s mind, someone arriving now was not good, not good at all.
“I didn’t hear a car, did you?” Ross asked as he zipped up his jeans.
“No,” Camille said, a little frightened as she pulled her t-shirt over her head.
Shirtless, Ross grabbed his .45 and opened the door to see a man looking confused and weary.
“Hello, I think I’m in the wrong place, but my GPS put me on this road
and then completely shut down.”
Camille’s entire body bristled as she recognized that voice. “Can I help you?” Ross said.
“I’m looking for Camille Hargrove. I’m her boyfriend, Ike.”