CHAPTER Eighteen #2
“Thank you,” he said. “I’m glad you invited me. This is really a cool place, and I love that I’m learning more about you all the time.” “You’re welcome. I’m glad you agreed to come.”
“Are you kidding? I’d be lost without you,” he said, kissing her again, this time, lingering a little longer than the first kiss. Camille shivered.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered, which was not a lie. “But it was that kiss that made me shiver.”
“Really,” Ross said, raising his eyebrows, feeling as if Camille might be flirting a bit.
Camille snuggled up under his arm and lay her head on his shoulder. She had forgotten all about Shane Simpson lurking out there somewhere and her mother’s concerning stories about Ike. Before too long, she was rubbing Ross’s chest and kissing his neck, setting off sparks.
Ross was pleasantly surprised. He had not planned on having sex the entire trip. When Camille invited him, he had no idea what the sleeping arrangements would be, and he didn’t care. He was just happy as hell to be there with her.
Camille got up, locked the door, and pulled the shade on the window.
She was feeling sexy. There was something about being in the boathouse, drinking a beer, and snuggling by the fire with Ross that turned her on.
When she turned around, Camille planned on being the one doing the seducing in this little adventure, but from the look on Ross’s face, she could tell that he was also fired up.
Those eyes, that grin … Camille often thought she was the luckiest woman on Earth.
Even though Camille’s plan to seduce Ross seemed to backfire, the end result would be the same.
Camille was about to make love to Ross in her parents’ boathouse, and it felt naughty.
Walking toward him, she slowly began unclipping her long, thick, brown hair and shaking it free.
Ross loved her hair any way she wore it, but he especially loved it long, spilling over her shoulders and down her back.
The minute she unclipped it, he felt that carnal instinct rumbling deep inside. She was so beautiful, so sexy.
When she was right in front of him, she stopped and pulled her sweater over her head, exposing another one of her irresistible assets. Ross wanted to reach up and pull her to him, but he anticipated there was more to her show, so he just sat back and watched.
Camille unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them slowly so Ross could see the top of her lacey pink thong.
Camille now felt extra naughty as she turned around, her back facing him, then slipped her jeans over her hips, revealing the delicate pink bow of her thong nestled right at the top of her perfect ass.
Ross nearly lost his shit watching Camille strip tease right before his eyes.
She was in her bra and thong now, and she looked so sexy—so tempting.
Camille was pulling out all the stops. She wanted to make love in the boathouse, and she was doing all she could to make it happen.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” His words were deep and sexy, and Camille knew he wanted her.
Ross couldn’t hold back any longer. He got up, stood behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her long locks to one side and began kissing her neck from behind.
Camille had started this scene being playful, but now she was so aroused.
Ross played right into her plan, and he was now brushing his hardness into her backside while his warm mouth grazed her neck.
Camille raised her arms and wrapped them behind Ross’s neck, sending her needy breasts into the air, begging for his touch.
As Ross ran his hands lightly down her sides, letting his fingers slip over to brush against her perky nipples, she heard herself release a faint and desperate whimper.
Ross continued moving his hands up and down her sides, letting his fingers lightly and slowly brush over her skin, and he received a deeper, louder groan this time.
His touch was soft and sexy and sent the most wonderful tingling sensation all throughout her body.
When he finally made his way up to her breasts, he squeezed her hard through her bra and then focused on her hardening pebbles that were peeking through the lace.
“Ross ...” She had more to say, but she lost her train of thought when he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting just enough to make her moan.
When Ross moved his hands down to her hips, he slid them forward to meet between Camille’s legs. His fingers played a bit as he pulled her into him. He rubbed into her with a slow and subtle movement of his hips.
“You know you drive me absolutely crazy,” he said, still pressing into her behind and kissing her neck.
He rubbed his fingers over the lace of her thong and made little circles around her most sensitive part.
It wasn’t long before Camille’s hips were circling in rhythmic motion with his hands and tilting just right as if asking for more pressure.
She threw her head back onto his shoulder, closed her eyes, and let him control her.
Ross knew his next move. He slipped one hand down the front of her thong and the other up to cup her breast. Camille sighed when she felt his bare fingers reaching for her treasured spots.
“Ross…” She tried again, but the words still didn’t come.
“I want you to come for me, babe,” he said softly. “Tell me what you need.”
Camille was pretty sure that all she needed was about ten more seconds of his fingers exactly where they were, and then her mind went black and her whole body released.
“That’s it! Oh my God!” Her breasts lifted as her back arched in her pleasure.
“I love to watch you, babe. So sexy,” he whispered into her ear.
Ross kept his hands on the pleasure places, and when he could feel her begin to relax, he held her tight and kissed her neck.
She finally opened her eyes and turned to meet his open mouth. Ross moved his hands to her back, unhooked her bra, and let it fall while Camille pulled his shirt over his head. Now her supple breasts and hard, taut nipples were against his bare skin, and he wanted her so badly.
Ross removed his jeans and sat on the couch, gently pulling Camille toward him.
She straddled him, slowly taking him all in and then rocking back and forth just the way he loved it until Ross’s eyes closed and his breathing got heavy.
He kissed her chest and dipped his tongue down and around her nipples, causing her pace to quicken.
They were both on the verge of complete bliss.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
They both jumped, and Camille let out a little scream as she tried to quickly maneuver off Ross’s lap and gather her clothes.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Camille? Camille, are you in there?” Marla Hargrove’s voice was shrill and desperate, and Camille knew right away something was terribly wrong.
“Yes, Mom. Just a minute … I’m coming!”
When Camille finally opened the door, her mom stood there with panic in her eyes, holding Camille’s phone in her hand. Camille had accidentally left it in the bar room, and when it rang, her mother answered, thinking she was doing her daughter a favor.
“I … I answered this, trying to help, but it was horrible. It was awful!”
“What? What are you talking about, Mom?” Camille asked. She was completely confused.
“A man was saying awful things. Calling you terrible names, and saying he knows where you are … and …”
“Okay, okay, Mom. I’m sorry you heard that, but I get that stuff all the time. It never means anything. Please, don’t worry,” Camille said, trying to be casual and unconcerned for her mother’s sake.
“But you didn’t hear how mean he sounded,” Marla Hargrove insisted.
“It’s okay, Mom. Please don’t worry. Like I said, I get these pranks all the time. It’s nothing. Believe me.”
“Okay, but please come up to the bar room where there are other people. He made it so clear that he knew where you were. His voice was so, so … awful.” Marla was panicked, and she couldn’t think straight. That call had scared her to death.
“Okay, we’re right behind you,” she assured.
Marla Hargrove hurried back to the bar room to avoid the chilling wind as Camille and Ross made sure the boathouse was secured.
“Ross, you know that was Simpson, right?” Camille said with an anxious tone.
“Yeah,” he answered. And then he grabbed Camille’s hand and squeezed it tightly.
They could run, but they couldn’t hide from a vindictive man who was determined to punish them for meddling.
As Ross and Camille headed back up to the brewery building, they both had similar thoughts.
Their relaxing vacation home was now ruined.
It seemed nowhere was safe from a monster’s reach.