to relax,” he murmurs. Slow kisses are being planted down my neck, and I shiver, my vision blurring a little.
“Cam…”
“The more you push right now, the more you’re going to feel frustrated and doubtful of yourself tomorrow. Let it go for tonight, Sin.” He kisses right below my ear, squeezing my hips and pulling me flush against him.
I can feel him getting hard against me, his cock swelling, and I can feel myself getting wet in response. We didn’t go as far as we could have the other night with Asher and God, I want to. I want Cam inside me, want to know what it feels like to be surrounded by his sunshine.
“You’re going to do great,” he promises in a soft whisper that stirs my hair. His fingers have found their way under my t-shirt and are rubbing small circles on my skin, making my breath hitch. I want those fingers all over my body, worshipping me, torturing me, teasing me like I know he will. “You’re working hard, and you’re brave and stubborn as all hell. It’s gonna be okay. Right now, you need to let go and trust that you’ve got this. You need to distract yourself, relax, and rest.”
His words don’t make my fears go away—I don’t think anything could do that—but they do draw a smile to my face. I tangle my fingers in his golden-blond hair, dropping my head back as his lips trace the line of my neck. “Hmm… You have any ideas about how to distract and relax me?”
Cam’s hand moves to my ass, squeezing and grinding me right up against where his hard cock is pressing through his pants. I whimper before I can stop myself, my breath hitching. Oh God, yes, please.
“You bet your pretty ass I do.”
I tilt my chin back down, meeting his bright blue gaze. “Then help me, Cam. Please.”
He doesn’t need more invitation than that. His mouth lands on mine, and where his kisses up and down my neck were teasing and light, this kiss is hot and fierce. He lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around him, crushing my body against his.
Cam is a good fucking kisser. Our mouths were fused together the whole time Asher went down on me in that classroom, and not to take any credit away from Ash’s wickedly talented tongue, but I might’ve been able to come from Cam’s kiss alone. He doesn’t hold anything back, sliding his tongue against mine in quick, hungry strokes while his hands squeeze my ass.
He walks me over to a pile of mats stacked in one corner and sets me down on them, his body covering mine. I scoot backward a bit and he follows me so we’re both lying on the mats, which form a kind of makeshift bed and are way better than the floor. Now that he doesn’t have to hold me up, his hands make quick work of my shirt, tugging it over my head before his mouth attacks my breasts, sucking and biting at my tender flesh through the thin fabric of my bra.
I arch up into his touch, moaning as my nipples pebble. I’m aware that at some point I should probably stop having sex in public places, but it’s after midnight, and hey, at least we’re in a room with a door, right?
He breaks away from my boobs when I tug on his shirt, allowing me to pull it over his head before he unclasps my bra. He slides it off my arms, and for a second, we just stop and stare at each other.
Jesus Christ. He’s fucking perfect.
His skin is lightly tanned, and his muscles are sculpted and defined in a way that makes it clear he takes his workouts seriously. His chest is smooth, and a little trail of hair runs from just below his bellybutton to disappear beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
I lick my lips, so turned on by the sight of him that I barely notice he’s staring at me the exact same way until he speaks.
“God, Sin. You’re so beautiful.”
His voice is rough and honest, and the sound travels straight to my clit, making me squirm beneath him. I reach up and pull him down to me, kissing him hard as I rub my body against his. We’re skin to skin for the first time, and it feels so amazing I want to stay like this forever.
Somewhere in the midst of our kiss, my hands