Chapter 17 #3
She wanted them off. Wanted the rest of her clothes off too. She didn’t want to take things slowly, she wanted them fast. She needed him inside her now, wanted to feel the power of their connection. The heat of him.
Cameron pulled back again, holding onto the edges of her arms. He was panting and his eyes were so dark they were almost black.
‘There’s a lot I want to do to you too,’ she murmured.
‘Good,’ he gasped, shoving his jeans over his hips before pushing his boxers down. Izzi smiled down at him and licked her lips, wondering how he’d taste. Hoping he’d let her find out later.
Then she began to work on the button of her own jeans before Cameron swiped her hands aside. ‘I might not be much of a cook, but I’m pretty good at this,’ he rasped, fumbling with the button and cursing before he finally managed to undo it.
‘What about your hand?’ she asked, noticing he’d somehow lost the clingfilm.
‘I can’t even feel my hand,’ he whispered, sounding amused. ‘I think my body has more important stuff to focus on.’ The edge of his mouth tipped, and he leaned in to kiss her again. ‘Do you think you could help?’ He nodded at her jeans.
Izzi laughed. ‘I thought you were supposed to be good at this?’ she teased, gently pushing him back and hopping from the table so she could shove the trousers over her hips. Cameron watched as she pushed them over her legs, easing her knickers down too before kicking them aside.
‘I am,’ he said, sounding strained as she stood naked in front of him and realised he was staring. His eyes hungrily roaming her frame. ‘But I’ve realised I enjoy watching you undress. You might want to take it more slowly next time – put on some music, work on your technique.’ He grinned.
Izzi raised an eyebrow. ‘Says the man whose jeans and underwear are still tangled around his ankles.’ She looked down at the clothing bunched around his feet.
He laughed. He was laughing so much more these days, and she felt a warmth in her stomach, wondered if the change in him had anything to do with her.
‘Don’t care,’ he said, reaching out so he could lift her back onto the table, taking one foot out of the pile so he could manoeuvre himself and her more easily.
Izzi squealed when her naked body connected with the table again. ‘It’s cold!’ The marble was beautiful but freezing and the shock of it had goosebumps erupting on her skin.
‘I guess we’ll have to find a way to warm you up,’ Cameron said, gently easing her legs open so he could step between them, the hair on his legs dragging across the insides of her thighs, making her burn.
He gazed down at her, his eyes hooded, and Izzi felt her breath catch as she stared up at him because his expression was so tender, so reverent it was like he was telling her something important without words.
‘I’m—’ She began but then he was kissing her again and she was melting into him, and Cameron was right, Izzi could barely feel the table now. All she could feel was him.
The warm roughness of his body; the way it felt to be wrapped around him. She lifted her legs and knotted them at his thighs, pressing herself closer so she could feel his hard bulge. She was breathing heavily and her insides were throbbing, begging her to make this go faster.
Cameron’s hands were everywhere, and it was like he was mapping every erogenous zone, finding places she’d never imagined could be turned on. She was trembling as she kissed him, and she cradled him, practically climbing inside his body.
Cameron groaned and then he was easing into her, still holding her as he kissed her again, hot and hard, and she matched his kisses and leaned in.
She felt herself squeeze around him as he entered her, and her insides burned with heat and pleasure.
Her need was insistent and demanding – then he filled her and her arms were crushing him against her.
His hot skin brushed her chest, every drag and tiny movement making her tremble.
It was excruciating, erotic and incredible.
Cameron began to move, pushing himself further into her, before pulling back. Izzi felt a sound bubble in her throat, a desperate whimper, and he moved again, more urgently and she clutched onto him as his thrusts grew more intense.
She could feel her insides fluttering, building and pulsing as his movements deepened. Pressure grew at her core – a hot, explosive bubble of need. Then suddenly, unexpectedly she shattered – and every cell of her body felt like it was exploding, as waves of pleasure engulfed her.
Cameron continued to move, his thrusts urgent, his breath hot and thready until he suddenly stiffened and let out a keening roar. He clutched Izzi tightly to his chest and she pressed herself into him.
She could almost hear the pounding thrum of his heart. Then he pressed a kiss onto the top of her head and whispered, ‘Happy birthday, Izzi.’
She wrapped herself around him, clutching him closer as she realised she’d fallen head over heels with this man. She only wished she knew if he felt the same…